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| Tufted Titmouse |
Why are you
singing, Mr. Titmouse?
Do you not
know a blizzard is on the way?
I hear notes
of romance
In your song
this morning.
Are you
declaring your territory,
Or enticing
a mate?
It’ll be
awhile yet before the nesting is begun,
But just to
hear your song gives me hope
—that all is
not lost
—that winter
is not endless
—that
crocuses will bloom again, and
—that somewhere
under all that snow, there is, indeed, grass.
~Kathie Adams Brown (February 14, 2015)
