Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

[Each morning before dawn,]

Each morning before dawn, a woodpecker and a scold of jays fight over the feeder, screaming and screeching like demons. Over the course of the day, other birds call out: the spotted towhee, the robin and finch, and the siskin with its pitiful, one-note squeal. At dusk, the mourning dove’s breathy melody echoes through the canyon. It’s enough to break your heart, this tune I can imagine being played on a flute carved from bone.

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Gary Young

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Title

Author

Date

Neoteric Kama No Sutra

Frank X Walker

02/23/2023