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CROW AND SEAGULL
To day
I saw
A Seagull
Chase a Crow
They are enemies
Now I know
I sit by the canal
I sit by the canal
Worrying the trivial into crisis
WE HAVE NO NIGHTIGALE
BUT WE HAVE THE THRUSH
AH!
THE THRUSH
WHEN HE PRESSES HIS BREAST BONE
AGAINST ATHORN
HIS SOUND I BEAUTIFUL AND EXQUISIT
AND HAS NO EQUAL.
WE HAVE NO NIGHTIGALE
BUT WE HAVE THE THRUSH
AH!
THE THRUSH
WHEN HE PRESSES HIS BREAST BONE
AGAINST ATHORN
HIS SOUND I BEAUTIFUL AND EXQUISIT
AND HAS NO EQUAL.
Drunken Bee
I watch a large bee
Suck the thistle blossom
Filled with opium blossom
The more it sucks
The more drowsy it becomes
Then it falls into dreamland.
The gift
I have a gift of one
To be alone with sounds
Singing
A blackbird sing
I know it’s Spring
From an octave above
A thrush sends his love
SPRING SINGING
A BLACKBIRD SINGING
IS SPRING AT THE BEGINNING
BUT FROM AN OCTAVE ABOVE
A THRUSH SPREADS HIS LOVE
Why Can’t I see it every day
Why can’t I see it every day
A road of daffodils
Pointing my way home
And showing their love
To you
And me
