Sunday, May 25, 2008

We slept with the windows open last night, all that cool air
inhabiting our dreams. I awoke at 3:11 to the song of a robin
coming from somewhere up in the bigleaf maple, or the cedar.
A sparkle of a sound, the way it seemed to jig up and down --
zigzag -- looping over and around itself. But at 3:11am!
Take away the artifice of daylight savings time, and that dang bird
was blaring out its come-hither avian aria at two in the morning.
A bit early for romance, at least according to this bipedal mammal.

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