Original Oil on Panel, 4 x 4 inches
Going here, or there?
Staying here, staying here
If it bears repeating, it must be important?
For me, for me
Not you, not you
This spring, I was bamboozled by mistaking the Brown Thrasher’s song with that of a Gray Catbird’s. Worse things have happened. I’ve ridden my bicycle through red lights. Lots of them. What Gray Catbirds have to say once, a Brown Thrasher says twice. And its song is beautiful, but not twice as beautiful as a Catbird’s, nor fifty-percent that of a Mockingbird’s. All on its own, it’s just beautiful.
Not here, not here
It’s her, it’s
And flew the Thrasher into the shrub.