Melodious Warbler

I was staying with friends in France last year and every day this warbler sang its heart out from the same bush. It didn’t seem to have a mate.

Melodious Warbler

Every day
you were there,
pouring out your declaration;
your scratchy melody,
primed by a million year urge
to bind another
to your breast.

Perhaps your diligence
was in vain that summer –
no mate fluttered
to your tree-top throne. . .

Yet your musical offering
burst forth
with each new dawn,
undiminished.

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