Thursday, May 17, 2018

Cool of the Morning

The birds are getting louder.
They’re evolving to compete
With the roar of the city.

This morning the roar is dull,
The traffic just a whisper,
One dog bark in the distance,

So the birds are bloody loud.
From the sounds of things
Only two or three species
Dominate with their racket

This pared-down ecosystem.
The future. Listen to them
Lust for territory, sex.
The past. Songs will change. Songs last.

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