Better Words

To try to say in fewest words what fills
a Universe still takes a devastating toll,
simple calls of birds who merely sing for
joy allays my fears although I’m shamed;
away from my reality their play on words
is purely bliss expressed, such brevity in
song impresses more than words can
yield – for which I thank my eager ears.

I know beyond appearances I hear the
voices of a Universe in tune with birds
and rest at peace requited, justly in my
place, a tamed, contrited poet bested
by his feathered friends who once again
suggested better words to make his day.
© 5 June 2008, I. D. Carswell