Saturday, December 31, 2016

Later That Day Valentine

Five finches arrive in the end
For their evening baths and solos
And because above all their other secrets
They prize their privacy they wait
Till I go in where I can watch
Them unobserved but tonight
They’ve come to sing and drink
In a new light which of course
Is fading now but resuming
In the morning according to
The notes they’ve chosen
Come O come new morning light
Although our beaks are frozen tight

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