Friday, March 7, 2014
PHOTO: "A Shanghai Bird in March 2014"
You’re a poet, so how do you forget your memory? How don't you see it? Just the other day my mate and I were complaining about how we never hear the birds anymore. How we miss them. But for once early this morning I was actually awake. As the sun was coming up I heard some singing outside my window. (You're very funny, Julie. Yes, they were birds.) They stopped around 7:30. After that I suppose they keep their voices down. After that something zooming past sounded like a Ducati. But maybe I was wrong about that.