Birdsong After a Sleepless Night Poem by Gibbons Ruark

Birdsong After a Sleepless Night



His "teakettle" sound from somewhere smells like toast.
What's early for him for me is very late.
Now as I see him empty his throat from a post,
I know for once why the Carolina Wren's called Great.

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Gibbons Ruark

Gibbons Ruark

Raleigh, North Carolina
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