Bird Songs

I wake to the songs of the birds I hear them calling my name I know their comings and their goings Just as they know mine. I have woken to the songs of the birds They know me as I know them. Season after season My age has kept the count. Generational eternity The going's on of time... I know these birds Just as my grandmother before me knew hers And hers before her knew theirs And so on, and so forth Ongoing forever Forever and ever throughout time. Repeating, always repeating Just as a repeating decimal would Always and forever repeating with no ending ever in sight. (January 22, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved