The Carolina wren goes from querulous chirps to full-throated denunciations from the top of the dead cherry tree. But the snow continues.
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The Carolina wren goes from querulous chirps to full-throated denunciations from the top of the dead cherry tree. But the snow continues.
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SHRUG FROM ABOVE, SHRUG FROM BELOW
Did the wren say “occupy!” Sounded like a cackle.
So much depends upon full-throated protests
where no one listens except the panhandlers
looking for the best spots to put their coin pots in.
Did Wall Street listen? Will child labour cease in
Bangladesh? Brave hearts will yell, some get jailed.
Most curse the dark, but would not light candles.
The wren on top of the dead cherry tree shakes snow
off its wings, skips on to a larger branch, cackles,
and flies off to a garbage bin at the Seniors Home
where even that is sheltered from revisiting snow.
—Albert B. Casuga;
04-11-12
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A revised version of this response is published in http://ambitsgambit.blogspot.com/2012/04/shrugs-two-poems.html and in Facebook My Notes.
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With true joy we welcome the return of the canyon wren; his descending cascade of tones terminated with a buzz declaring, “Honey, I’m home!”