Bird Watchers Rebuttal

They say birds sing just to defend
their ground,
Scientists with their over-incubated

solutions for everything.
Why then, do birds not sing like lions

roaring
Or cannons booming, or bombers

soaring

Instead of angels, or sublime
sopranos,

Or prodigies of the flute and piccolo?
If the thrasher's concert high on a

poplar peak
Replete with trills and burbled
war
blings
Says, "Stay Back!" Why does my

heart,
(In Wordsworth's phrase), "Leap up"
to hear him sing?
They've found the brass to cheap up
everything.
Such the pi right of practicality:

"The odor of the rose just draws the bee.
That your love for it matters is a
dream,
As for its red, the passion you think
you share
Has nothing whatever at all to do
with it.
That's only there for flagging
hummingbirds
Whose throats are "rubied," for no

other reason
Then attracting mindless mates in

breeding season,"
Bunk! That garnet glow is Nectar's

permeation.
Drinking God's wine creates that

permutation;
And makes them hum and makes
glad thrashers sing
And makes me drunk with joy to

guzzle Spring.

Gene Pinkney
 

 

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