I almost delayed too long and failed to write a poem today! But here it is, just in time to give the world some unwanted doggerel.
My wife gave me the topic for today’s poem. There is a bird in our yard—I think it’s a cardinal, but I’m not sure—that has a very distinctive call.
Nice poem. I'm always surprised how birds seem to never tire of calling hour upon hours.
Beautiful Noiseless.
A rhythm reminiscent of the some of the poems Bill Watterson included in his Calvin and Hobbes comics.