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Piccolos
by
Donal Mahoney

 
Walking in the forest
as morning comes
I hear piccolos

of wrens and robins
offer hymns to God
some say isn’t there

and isn't anywhere.
The piccolos, some say,
are simply fallout

from the Big Bang.
I tell the wrens and robins
but they play on.
--Submitted by Donal Mahoney on 2015-05-17.
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