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.
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
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
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