one of many
sharing the morning
sun and stillness
but interrupting
with his call
new symphonies
rehearsed at dawn
noon, nightfall
each unique, orchestra
members welcomed
how, without auditions
can there be such eerie unison?
but He already knew
Who formed each feather
and selects each song
2 comments:
Great Photo and love the poetry
I LOVE this one too, Karen! What kind of bird is it??
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