No Small Thing
photo by Brad Peacock
No Small Thing
It’s no small thing to learn the names
of the birds you hear each day,
perched on the tops of coneflowers
gone to seed, calling from the hedgerow.
It’s no small thing to belt out
Cardinal, catbird, goldfinch, when you
stop between breaths to listen,
teasing out their strands of song
from the rustling of river birches
and the di…
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