7. I had forgotten…

I have forgotten that birds mew.
I have forgotten that birds sing.
I have forgotten the early morning silence
when the birds sit quietly and murmur
their cold-blooded torpor.
What if one morning all people woke up
and remembered that birds mew
and the only motor in the world that ran
was the overreaching desire to listen to mewing?
©2005 John F. Deethardt II
(Last updated on November 22, 2004 )