when the sun sinks
birds shed feathers
skin moistening
as they slip into the creek
throats bulge with songs
they cannot contain
each a hymn
each a lullaby
night song (20161226)
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floating and leaving no trace
Words and Feathers 
Damn.
I’m lucky to have a small nature trail near my house. It’s a frequent source of inspiration.
Nature is impossibly creative and brutally logical. Inspiration likes to hang with the paradoxical.
lovely images — intriguing concept about being so full of “songs they cannot contain.” there must be joy in that.
Thank you! I was remembering all those nature films where they showed frogs filling up with air. I always expect them to float away.