Tag: Catbirds
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Humaning
When the shadows lengthen, and the evening falls, and the busy world is hushed; when the gaps between the tree boughs outside my window sing out God’s praise in technicolor; when the birdsong gathers into conspiratorial whispers deep within the hedgerow; whilst the chipmunks steel themselves silently against the stones and burls, and the cicadas…
Deeper in me than I 