2 Poems
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what’s this you hear
from every tree top
every telephone wire
not bird song but
bird chatter no
more than beak speak
not mating melody
nor rhapsody merely
territorial twitter
go on deluded man with
every tweet and trill
believing what you must
what you will
no one needs to tell the snow
no one needs to tell the snow
to be quiet when it falls
winter rain however
is another matter
it clatters against the windows
and disturbs your rest
or scratches with icy fingers
on the glass
as if some one or thing
were trying to get in
snow lets you sleep
no matter how hard it falls
or deep