Through the window
of my country apartment
I see birds gathering:
a bluejay tweets to a cardinal,
who trumpets back in unison.
It's amazing
how a raven's call can scrap a roof.
I wonder why robins dance as they do,
perhaps chirping out of sexual desperation
or lamenting the lack of food or perhaps
it's something thinking creatures living
in houses can't understand:
the use of music as a mode of expression,
casting those single tweets
into a chorus of feathers and claws.
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