I don’t know if  birds are happy
and therefore sing profusely in the morning
or if that’s just what birds do
whether they are sad or glad.
The other morning
I wasn’t in the mood to hear bird song
as I walked along the country roads
so I turned off the electronic help I get
to help my ears do what ears are supposed to do
and I walked along in silence
and enjoyed the quiet.
I doubt if the birds cared.

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