birds – The Morning Porch

October 23, 2009 by Dave Bonta

In the middle of a still morning, a strange enthusiasm suddenly infects the birds, flitting, calling, gleaning, grooming, under a dull sky.

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Cold and still all the way to the stars, which are just beginning to fade. A barred owl calls once. The hesitant footfalls of a…
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The squirrel who de-husks walnuts atop the wall next to the lilac stops short when she sees that her piles have been swept away. She…
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Not as cold—nor as clear. A song sparrow runs through his repertoire at half volume and double speed, as if rehearsing.
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Fine snow begins to fall. A squirrel is leaping through the treetops as if on some other white powder. Wakening nuthatches compare notes.