Did you know that the: Did you know that the majority of birds don't even nest in trees? For example, the Belted Kingfisher digs a tunnel in the ground (I just learned that one yesterday, having a Belted Kingfisher visiting the pond by my cabin). Red-winged Blackbirds tend to nest in cattails. Warblers and Sparrows generally nest in bushes and shrubs.
Some birds do prefer human advancement, though. Starlings have nested in the roofing of my chicken coop, and in a gap within the roof of a garage at my mom's. When I lived in the city, starlings thrived for this reason. Also, there is a type of martin in France that is famous for building it's nest on the wall of houses that have existed since the middle ages. A friend of mine moved to France and into one of these ancient towns, and they come and nest on all of the houses each year. Adaptability is amazing.
"Tattered hymnal" and the dog: "Tattered hymnal" and the dog eared ones as well. These are a very familiar and even intimate image, the scratched and smoothened wooden pews that hold us during weekly services. If they could tell their stories. We all had that "decomposing teacher" and the musty, dusty feel of convent education. Brings back memories. Thanks for sharing./Rik.
Second stanza was the bomb!: Second stanza was the bomb! Tears that know their path too well. The third clues me into a non-morning personality and the day drags on until the night covers the sadness again with its darkness. The feel of this poem is palpable and strong. Thanks for sharing.
Tht is the way of it, isn't: Tht is the way of it, isn't it... 'getting into each other's skin,' some more - so much more, than others. Thank you for sharing.
This just brought to mind how: This just brought to mind how the process of poetry can also be seen in cannibalistic terms, for that matter, art and all creative process. Perhaps as far as to say that the arts is a culture's way of devouring itself and still proceed in its line of issue and succession. Perhaps, this line thinking goes ahead of itself. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
But once received in port,: But once received in port, where are we unpacked and shipped off to? A port, afterall, being just a door - where do the tracks or the interstate go on to?
We can do with a tricking of: We can do with a tricking of good news! And all around too, there's plenty of it for all to share! Thanks for sharing. /Rik.