Sunday Chorus

Outside a Sunday chorus

celebrates the shifting nature of things.

Invited to join, I’m reluctant at first,

but soon shift too and together,

sun, clouds, trees, breeze, and  I

shift and sway, smile, and sing.

In the distance the crows

cackle with delight and even

the stubborn bluejays join in

as Knox runs around with a half-chewed stick.






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