That May Be, 27 (148.)

The birds speak.
They speak of something usual to them,
something mysterious to people.
Yet they keep the discussion going.
The window is open and they speak.
This is heartening,
to my cat and me,
in the time of COVID.
I like to believe
the birds speak
the future.


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