Etude # 3

Holding without foolish fearswarbler
Without semblance of panic
The warbler restrains itself
Recalling the song and chorus

Even in the face of the hawk
Circling above searching
Perhaps the warbler’s calling
Perhaps not giving a damn

Her tiny gloom eyes glisten
With every delicate note
A tune culled from heaven
Rewritten to bird life memory

She once told me of the ocean
In a way that whispered of love
Not for me but for some other
Holding her heart, pulling

The knowing left me queasy
Feeling the screeching of a gull
Even as I woke to a pretty song
Leaving me far away from myself

Etude # 3

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