Robins with their
marmalade voices
Caucuses of crows
And mourning doves
loving the morning sun—
Humming birds never
humble in spite
of their size chirp
and hum as they fly.
Warblers warble and
catbirds crumble
All the songs they
ever heard together
Sweet crumbs of song
tumble through rose
colored skies.
Then sleepy at
evening a robin sings
Its sweet bedtime
song.
But most of all
Birds sing at
sunrise?
Why?
--Barbara Spring
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