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Mar 2016
A hopeful romantic whistles
His two note call
Outside my window,
Down toward the open pond
Flaunting winter-killed carp.

A raucous crow caws
Derision in black and naked trees
Though in the stillness
And the damp of spring,
His mindless clamor
Doesn't mean a thing.

The chickadee knows only life,
Anticipates the nest to come,
Sings a two-toned song
And beckons to his mate,
For which, libidinous, he
The air with amor fills.
Spring!Β Β Here's a link to chickadees singing.... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfMsUuU9KtQ
Don Bouchard
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Don Bouchard  65/M/Minnesota
(65/M/Minnesota)   
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