Thursday, 9 April 2026

Bird Songs

I dread mornings the 
way a jobless man does - 
without hope. 
Daylight comes with demands, 
with orders,
To partake in thinking about problems,
the very problems birds do not have,
Except, for birds, music is free, 
and, perhaps, intelligible 
ordained by nature, 
And whatever nature ordains, 
is by virtue pure