A Fellow Bird, of An Ode To The Spring Of Life
From dark horizons where the sun does rise
Into blue eternal tapestry skies
Where light-hearted clouds waiver and dance,
A fellow bird can be heard singing some
Jocund melody on its woddly branch.
Wantonly chirping to nature its praise
For dividing nights from summer days
And bringing light in spite of winter's cowl,
That forth like larger birds of prey must come,
Devouring in its swoop all weakened fowl.
Rejoice we must for cageless carefree delight,
Remembering that dark will again fall,
In claiming the last breaths of earth and all.
George Christ
