TheBanyanTree: brown creeper

[Jeri Xiques]

I will never know how you do it, Mikey, but you do, over and over and
over!  Wonderful <3



On Thu, Dec 5, 2013 at 1:12 PM, auntiesash <auntiesash at gmail.com> wrote:

> This should be a Jethro Tull song.
>
>
> On Thu, Dec 5, 2013 at 5:11 AM, Mike Pingleton <pingleto at gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > your thin, reedy whistle
> > is so often drowned,
> > but this dim early hour the town lies
> > dreaming, the crows still sleeping.
> >
> > I hope to catch you in silhouette
> > if I am to catch you at all,
> > the trees black fractals against
> > a wall of tarnished clouds.
> >
> > six-legged are summer's children
> > and summer has foundered in the
> > sea of fallen leaves, but you know
> > where hides the thrips and midges,
> >
> > the barley worm, the beetles in their
> > bark crevices.  cloaked in the black
> > you are ratcheting up the maple
> > like a clock-work toy, a steeplejack
> >
> > on a hidden string.  hop then pause,
> > tail propped, probing cracks and holes
> > with your broom-straw beak, the
> > source of your thin, reedy whistle.
> >
> > you weigh little more than moonlight;
> > the ground's faint pull makes the tree
> > a mere rough road.  where the trunk
> > tapers you flutter-fall to earth,
> >
> > lift your head and start upward anew.
> > this is your own hard way
> > and your bird heart hammers;
> > it is said just one thin spider
> >
> > earns you muscle and gristle enough
> > to master another ascent.
> > I whistle for my dogs, we three have
> > our own dark trees to transit.
> >
>
>
>
> --
> "I didn't need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back."
> -- John Green <https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1406384.John_Green>,
> *Paper
> Towns*
>