Wednesday, November 10, 2021

This Morning (Mary Oliver)

This morning the redbirds's eggs

have hatched and already the chicks

are chirping for food. They don't

know where it's coming from, they

just keep shouting, "More! More!"

As to anything else, they haven't

had a single thought. Their eyes

haven't yet opened, they know nothing

about the sky that's waiting. Or

 the thousands, the millions of trees.

They don't even know they have wings.


And just like that, like a simple 

neighborhood event, a miracle is 

taking place.

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