Spring Song
Early spring
In the middle of the city.
Temperatures are mild,
The trees beginning to bud,
The perennials finally peeking
Out of the ground once again.
Among the city sounds
Of construction and sirens
Sits a bird in my local tree
Singing her song, or
Calling her mate.
Either way the song is a joy
To hear after spending the winter
Locked inside, breathing
Heated air and listening to
The song of my furnace and fridge
Cycle on and off for months on end.
Early spring
In the middle of the city
Among the city sounds of
Construction and sirens
The bird song
Is music to my ears.
Roy W. Backes
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