I woke up at 3am
with the sounds of a caroling Robin
announcing its territory outside my window
in the still slumbering morning.

Sadly, I'm faced with the reality
that meadows and woodlots
are replaced by suburbia, and soon too,
the abundance of this little bird
in a fading medley of songs.

So many little dramas
are enacted amongst the oaks
and whatever is left
of the jacaranda trees.

 © 2003. Excerpted from the chapbook
Wonder Worker by Minerva T. Bloom

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