It has rained all night
All around it’s a sight
Every matter is soaked
Still they happily sing!
Tress all sad stand silent
Their leaves down bent
Heads, torsos, faces, limbs
Still they happily sing!
Their nests are drenched
On twigs they’re benched
Not a dry spot is seen
Still they happily sing!
Head to claw they’re wet
Their coats raindrops met
God, what pains they bore!
Still they happily sing!
Xavier Bage
Tues, July 12, 2016
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