Wild Things

If you’ve never heard

Bluejays crying in the trees,

Think: manic monkeys

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Locked in

Outside my window,

The cardinal’s cheerful call

Pierces the daylight.

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Windows

Finally, fresh air

Windows open, allowing

Birdsong to blow in.

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Hope

New buds at tree-tips

Bringing God’s silent message—

The promise of Spring.

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Insects

zig-zagging buzzers
hovering around the trees—
hyper space-stations

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