believers the maple tree tops are church after massstarlings like kids squealing, their bodies frantic with movementsparrow mothers planning lunch menus, and lazy hours after dishesfeather & fur believers basking in the bliss of communal connectioneverything sings squirrels scamper & scootbluejays pull the soft wind on their pointy tailsrobins are robust in belly and bellowleaves… Continue reading Poem 164 – Believers