           Beauty Best Veiled


As I'm out walking in the early morning grayness
I hear birds singing.  

That tempts me toward poetic thoughts, 
But then I think of what the scientists would say:  
  
  If we could understand bird language 
  Much of it would be humdrum stuff about finding food
  Or stressful news about predators.
  And much of the rest would be like drunks boasting in a bar: 
  "Hey, pretty woman, I want you!" and 
  "I can lick any guy in the place!"

Perhaps it's good that some things remain hidden
In the early morning grayness when I'm out walking. 



                             -- Tom Digby 
                             Written   09:35 09/28/2004
			     Edited    22:46 10/26/2004
