Rarae Aves
I walk into a day that belongs to birds
who watch me from crowns of trees,tops of rocks and power poles—
with each swoop, they weave a net of air,a lattice to hold my attention, calling
repeatedly—the jay’s squawk echoesin my belly, then the trill of wren,
the opera of mockingbird and thrasher,the soprano chips and calls
of sparrows, bushtits, verdins—still they come, these precious birds
who still exist, vibrating the hollowreed of my body, singing even
while millions drop out of sight—
Rarae Aves by Cynthia Anderson | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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