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I am blown away by this beautiful and heartbreaking poem! "Emerald singing / and the thick, brown silence" -- double oof to that.

There was no way I could not write about you-know-what with this kind of a prompt. Tee-hee!

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Because I am obsessed with birds,

I wake not to generic song

but to people I know.

I draw them into my dreams,

write roles for them.

The western tanager is a lover.

He chirrups gently in my ear to say

coffee’s on.

The warbling vireo is an artist

and a loner, and

the one I secretly want.

The yellow-rumped warbler is

sometimes a dark-eyed junco,

but only when he starts singing

way too early, and I am

that dumb.

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This is a June kind of magic.

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“The warbling vireo is an artist /and a loner, and / the one I secretly want.” I love this! Thank you for letting us into your secret.

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What a charming description of your avian friends!

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Your anthropomorphized bird companions are whimsical and charming, Rebekah. Thanks for this June magic, which leaves me with a smile :))

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I love how you really bring birds to life here. Absolutely magic.

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