look at my back, he says,
blazing brilliant blue.
He pirouettes.
Now look at my white heart
nestled in velvet brown.
Hear me trill to the dawn:
Good morning good morning!
The world rises in greeting:
a squirrel runs along the fence
then leaps for the tree
a terrapin waves a flipper
before diving back in
the woodpecker drills a trunk
whilegreen parrots zip by in formation
a water hen bobs its lean white neck
crickets ring and pause,
steady as a heartbeat,
Flowers scent the air
the green leaf holds promise in its vein
New buds wait, ready for their time,
the forest erupts in song:
Good morning Good morning!
blessed am I to have been there
for the half hour of morning song
on my way back
the grasscutters and fumigators are hard at work the sounds are grinding, mechanical.
the forest falls silent
waiting
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