Bird Song Poem

               Bird Song

 By K. Shawn Edgar

Black towering Trees of Winter


Malcontent blackbird sings:

Fuck you then, Mr. Winter. I’m still alive!

Its thin black tower home,

Branches still shinning with frost,

Juts from early spring green


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