They mark the threshold of each new day
with whistles and trills,
warbles and cackles.
Cadenzas of unexplainable joys
and aerial lamentations of grief.
Every morning is a time of praise,
cyphers for moments of inspiration.
These toothless, feathered vertebrates
become sufficient proof
that I did not perish in the dark,
that again I have this time
to live and honor presence.
—Ed Sancious ©
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