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I Hear the Dawn in Birdsong

blue jay in winter scene
photo by Russell E. Willis

I hear the dawn in birdsong

before catching the dim, cold light

slipping through the curtained panes.

Birds have an advantage, with them

in the midst of first light and

me cocooned in end of night,

not yet ready to live again.

But then comes the silence.

Why do they stop singing

just as new life dawns?

Perhaps to allow me some

time to begin to live again.

(By Russell E. Willis, first appeared in THE POET Magazine - Poem of the Day, May 26, 2021)

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