My Ears are Like Nests

My ears are like nests, the thrill of sound, surround sound of so many worlds the dove and the jay the phoebe, the robin …so many flocks I don’t need to unlock the meaning, it stirs my soul, sends me My ears are like nests, beaks opening, my chest heaving, relieving the images of night the -mares reprieving the warbler, the wren the skylarks, the sparrows …so many flocks In the Spring, to walk upon the buoyant breath of endless pines and oaks to soak in the red breast its soulful chest rising and falling My ears are like nests the trill of sounds awakening, stirring the crown, rejoicing in hope, succoring