I find birds returning to be a sign that spring is here. The noise and sight is both appealing and relieving.
Tuwee, calls a bird near the house,
Tuwee, cries another, downhill in the woods.
No wind, early September, beeches and pines,
Sumac aflame, tuwee, tuwee, a question and a faint
But definite response, tuwee, tuwee, as if engaged
In a conversation expected to continue all afternoon,
Where is?—I’m here?—an upward inflection in
Query and in response...
–from "Birdcall" by Alicia Suskin Ostriker
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