Dawn Chorus

It starts with one.

One skylark singing.

One Carson warning.

Then the robins and blackbirds join in. 

The early birds, like Carson.

Then the wrens and warblers

as the daylight warms them.

Listen.

Can you hear them?

The warning calls are warming up as well,

strengthening their numbers 

as the bird song

dies away.

Listen.

Listen.

Can you hear them?

Listen. 

Don’t sleep.

Don’t wait

to hear 

the silence.

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My Bag

I have a lifetime of projects,

that I carry round in a plastic bag.

A paper bag would be better

environmentally,

but plastic is more durable.

And it needs to be.

It has had to last a lifetime,

my bag.

A lifetime of ideas,

thoughts,

doings and sayings

carefully annotated and stored

for use sometime later.

To be finished, or started

sometime later.

I can add an idea,

capture a thought,

write it down,

so it will be there,

safe, 

in my bag.

It's getting heavy

my bag.

Who would have thought 

that dreams

could be so heavy,

even encased in paper.

It's getting full

my bag.

So is my life empty

with everything on the inside.

Perhaps now it’s time 

to start emptying it out.

Slowly though.

One at a time, 

and with care.

It's getting late.

But not too late,

I hope,

to empty my bag.

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