Enthroned on the highest branch,
the crow sings
crowned by a faint half moon,
robed by a blue sky,
cawing the melody.
His queen sings back
the same song, a half-note higher
from her dais
on a neighboring treetop,
back and forth, back and forth,
As a court of little birds join the tune
twittering in harmony,
colors and voices darting
between bushes, over hedges,
teasing the edge of the forest.
Praises rise
with butterflies dancing
on dew-jeweled grass
and gnats twirling,
rhythmically tracing sunbeams
with their revelry.
And the peace of God
which passes all understanding
hums in chorus with cicadas
and the hymn
of a bright morning.
Written September 3rd, 2023, while going on a walk in my neighborhood.
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