There goes the  ibis
followed by a little one.
There goes the crane
being followed, too,
by one just hatched
not very long ago.
Then there goes  the goose
preceding her offspring
but not by many steps —
and the infant ducks
waddling behind the one
who brought them life.


It’s spring time here
where mostly old folks live
and there’s a fascination
with the procreation
that happens to the birds.
That’s how their songs
continue blessing those
now walking toward their sunsets —
but doing it slowly
and still marveling.

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