New Voice In Our Yard Yesterday
A voice I’ve never heard before
spoke to me as I walked
past the copse of oaks yesterday.
I stopped. Listening
to the pleasant sound
in our back yard
announcing something sensational.
I could still see my breath
in the early morning sun,
making me feel good,
like getting to work on time
in those years before retirement.
And then I wondered
if the new song bird in the trees
stopped to rest
while traveling south for winter.
Or was the feathered creature
seeking its mate
or declaring new territory?
I looked into the branches
to admire this source of
reveille, but failed to find it.
Today I heard silence.
Maybe we’ll meet again
when we also travel south in a few weeks.
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