Early morning,
before the tractors are awake,
listen to the gentle words
of the warbler in the willows,

the oriole playing flute notes
that never quite make a song,
the brush of leaves, summer-dry,
when someone passes, furtive and sleek.

Listen before you scroll
through the litany of lies,
and perhaps bird-words will linger
and some of the truth will stick.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

18 thoughts on “Perhaps”

      1. I often don’t look at my phone for hours after I get up. But my daughters each for it first thing. They process information differently than we do.

      2. I have a smart phone but I only use it for the phone function and to take photos. If I need the internet I use my laptop. Messages to family go through messenger because it’s so much easier to use a laptop keyboard than a tiny phone keyboard. Takes me hours to send a one line message. My kids watch films on a telephone! How could anyone have the patience?

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