Singing in the wind
or
the poet as a nightingale
the poet as a crow.


The trills,
of the nightingale's song
resonate on the listener's cells
awaking  yearnings
almost  unbearable .

The caw
of the crow seeking a mate
grates on the nerves.

Does the listener
matter
to the nightingale
or the crow?
They both sing
the magnificent song
of their being
as best as they can.

And  the wind
blows.