per amica silentia lunae

or, across the ferny brae with the evil voodoo celt

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listen to the mockingbird
dream
evcelt


Wake up call

Just now, I spent an unmeasured time
Serenaded. A mockingbird sang, one
Bright eye cocked at me, running freely
Through its endless repertoire. Walking
On, that music stayed with me, each note
Hovering around tree or stone or cloud,
Stripping away the ordinary, leaving wonder.
Just now, I thought on that bird-
Unconcerned singer, stopping to preen
Between verses, hopping leisurely
Branch to branch, almost within reach-
And took courage as my own wings
Resolving to face my challenges singing.

-9/15/2007

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How sweet and just what I needed to hear right now. :)

thanks! glad to help!

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