Sunday March 5th 2017Tim
There's a Dashing
Spaniard out there come to inspect last year's
preliminary nest site. Makes a being realize they might
well belong to the wrong species. Her breast was white,
her wings shimmered and shouted "here I am." And what
have we got, "I think therefore I'll never know."
Soon enough it'll
rain, the chill will return and along the electric line
there will be beings staring down at me that have flown all
the way from somewhere near the equator. When my turn comes,
I'm going to make big effort to ask the Lead Bull to return
me as a Tree Swallow.