Bird Brains
The tiny father wren sings his song joyfully, faithfully, each and every morning
The crows only stop by with their maddening cackle, one screech of the eagle drives them away for the day
The wild turkey’s ridiculous gobbling wakes one from the inner caw
The Canadian geese herald the coming of spring and fall with their airborne honking, their bird brains somehow flying in perfect formation
The loon mother make her lonely voice heard mostly in the dark of the night, with only the moonlight to hear, babies on her back, husband floating close behind