The cry of the starlings this morning calls me home,
like him I, too, am a refugee.
And i too am an invasive species.
Yet the fountains of life and joy greet us both,
unconcerned of my parentage or species.
or home.
The cry of the starlings this morning calls me home,
like him I, too, am a refugee.
And i too am an invasive species.
Yet the fountains of life and joy greet us both,
unconcerned of my parentage or species.
or home.