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Sunday, April 04, 2010

Chirping Birds

It's at least a full hour before the dawn

I hear birds chirping outside my shuttered window

If only I could share in their enthusiasm

God bless these fragile, feathered dinosaurs!

And God bless me

It's Easter

I can use me a right good Resurrection.

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Blogger Kass said...

My sentiments (almost) exactly this Easter morning. New dawn, new day, revamped body - all would be great!

Sun Apr 04, 05:36:00 AM  
Blogger June Calender said...

Yes, yes. And the illustration is smile-making.

Sun Apr 04, 07:18:00 AM  
Blogger Ponita in Real Life said...

Amen to that, Jonas! But that resurrection can be self-propelled too, don't forget...

Sun Apr 04, 08:48:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yo keep wicked hours man. How about something to cheer you up?


These classifieds actually ran in a Minneapolis newspaper - a smile for your day...

8-years old. Hateful little bastard. Bites!

1/2 Cocker Spaniel, 1/2 sneaky neighbor's dog.

Mother, AKC German Shepherd.
Father, Super to leap tall fences in a single bound.

Looks like a rat. Been out a while.
Better be a big reward.

Also 1 gay bull for sale.

$300 Hardly used, call Chubby.

California grown - 89 cents/lb.

Must sell washer and dryer $300.

Worn once by mistake. Call Stephanie .

And the best one?:

Complete set of Encyclopedia Britannica, 45 volumes. Excellent condition. $1,000 or best offer. No longer needed, Got married last month. Husband knows everything..

Sun Apr 04, 09:45:00 AM  
Blogger Jonas said...

Good to see so many beautiful souls resurrecting!

And I love those classifieds, Deb!

Sun Apr 04, 03:11:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Those classifieds are hilarious.

I'm glad the birds come to visit you, Jonas. Happy Easter XX

Sun Apr 04, 10:09:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

this made me smile...when I was a kid, and not a heathen, my family would get up early for the sunrise Easter service and even now the thing I remember most is the morning song of birds. we lived in the city so the mourning doves spoke up first, then all the others chirping up a racket.

Mon Apr 05, 07:52:00 AM  
Blogger Wine and Words said...

Some birds have the sweetest song, and others....well, they could use a new tune. Either way, so much better to wake to the birds than to the alarm. "A right good resurrection" indeed.

Mon Apr 05, 11:24:00 AM  
Blogger Maria said...

God...must they start each day at 4 a.m.? Drives me NUTS.

Mon Apr 05, 07:33:00 PM  
Blogger anna said...

I've been hearing the birds chirp too. I don't mean to sound grumpy, but I wish they would shut up and let me sleep.

Tue Apr 06, 09:21:00 AM  
Blogger Jonas said...

I gotta say, Selma, it's the cooing of the birds that keeps me breathing...

I got me a special place in my heart for Mourning Doves, Ms. foldingfields. They delight me daily.

Yeppers, Ms. WaW, crows kinda grate on my nerves. Then, again, crows amaze with their creativity and ingenuity. Don't get me started 'bout Loons...

Oi, Maria and Anna...I am cut from different cloth.

I hear the birds chirping in the dark of night and I ponder: "How the fok do they KNOW it's an hour before the dawn"!?! Seriously. They amaze me. As days grow longer...and then shorter...they ALL seem to know when dawn will break.

I WISH I knew the same.

Tue Apr 06, 08:59:00 PM  
Blogger lu said...

Oh, on mornings like this I start with this hope, trick is for us to harness the hope and hang onto it for the remainder of the day.

Wed Apr 07, 09:32:00 AM  
Blogger Cheesy said...

I like to start my day wrapped in a blankie on the deck with a cup of deep brown nectar... and try to figure out which birds are singing to me through the darkness. The Jays are easy as they are very harsh buggers but I really need to learn the songs of the others. The Bush-tits are the only ones who visit me up close.

Fri Apr 09, 07:39:00 AM  
Blogger Jonas said...

Yes, indeedy, Ms. lu. The trick is, in fact, to "harness hope."

I've paid little mind to who may be singing. It's the song that beguiles.

I'm lucky, I guess. I live in a world of mourning doves. Is any creature more seductive with its soft coos at dawn and dusk?

There are those who live with loons. They're a different breed of human.

It's all a symphony, no? There in the darkest dark, we each hear it.

Fri Apr 09, 05:50:00 PM  

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