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Rose-breasted Grosbeak:
Nature's Pavarotti
by Michael Escoubas

On stage, resplendent in
black and white
splashed with rose,

we hear your sweetly
whistled songs on branch
at forest's edge.

More melodious
than the redbird's note,
you hold twenty

syllables in your
repertoire. Like
a feathered Maestro

your pristine stylings
give the world
a summer serenade.



First published in The Weekly Avocet, August 2016.

 

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