devoid of void

That little birdSitting on apple-tree twig,Singing for wormsies,Twitching its tail —Is a centre of cosmosFilled with magnificent things:Grey sky and breezesChaotic songs of the pidgeonsAnd clipped conversationsOf the kestrels looking for miceThe scurry of beetles and antsAnd the dance of grasses.Nothing is justThere. I said it out loud.Now jackdaws harassA perfect young crowAs the earth […]

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