Bird Singular and Birds Plural

The bird in its hood, waits… sunken-head, no-neck.

Un-ending night of silvery cold.

But change will come, soon.

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On the horizon, a crack of light.

Awake!

The sun, faces,

North.

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Elsewhere, I step out, into the light,

I look up, look up…

Birds!

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In un-countable number,

They fall into gardens.

Wedding confetti…

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There are nests to build, eggs to lay, chicks to feed.

“Are they not, truly, the Greatest of Explorers?”