Another day of rain, and an evening full of the various chirpings and chatterings and screechings of birds. From a high branch somewhere nearby, the ornate trills of a lark fall through the grayness like the blossoming of an unexpected flower. A couple of days ago, I heard several larks in that remnant of woods adjacent to the cluster of new houses where, in previous springs, they gathered to sing in a particular tree which stood alone in the midst of a field. It's nice to know they didn't have to move too far. On the next sunny day, I'll wander down that way in the evening, and perhaps hear the lark calliope I heard last year, when more than a dozen of the birds were arrayed among the branches, all singing at once. It was an experience Shelly might have envied. For now, I listen to the spattering of the rain in the night, which, at the moment, sound oddly like a cat eating a wet dinner. Everything is like something else. Hooray, simile.
Still Life with Bozo
Another day of rain, and an evening full of the various chirpings and chatterings and screechings of birds. From a high branch somewhere nearby, the ornate trills of a lark fall through the grayness like the blossoming of an unexpected flower. A couple of days ago, I heard several larks in that remnant of woods adjacent to the cluster of new houses where, in previous springs, they gathered to sing in a particular tree which stood alone in the midst of a field. It's nice to know they didn't have to move too far. On the next sunny day, I'll wander down that way in the evening, and perhaps hear the lark calliope I heard last year, when more than a dozen of the birds were arrayed among the branches, all singing at once. It was an experience Shelly might have envied. For now, I listen to the spattering of the rain in the night, which, at the moment, sound oddly like a cat eating a wet dinner. Everything is like something else. Hooray, simile.
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