From the tree tops the birds
claim territories, call for partners, warn fledglings.
Chattering, chirping, checking.
Where to fly? Where to watch?
Where to find fish
this one morning
in one more summer's life?
Leaves on the Quaking Aspen
(yes—that’s its name!)
Shimmy in the shore breeze.
The pines cast their shadow over the lawn
and sing to the far shore.
Caught on the updraft
gulls screech
Har-eee, har-ee — here.
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