The Birch Grove

The canopy's all chirp and rustle.
No treetop wants to do without
a busy sparrow on the hustle,
or cardinal, for the devout,
and who could blame these slender birches?
Like steeples of abandoned churches
attracting worshippers to flock,
but absent any striking clock,
they'll settle for a swift or swallow,
avoid the cuckoo and the crow,
as these belong way down below,
and cannot consecrate or hallow.
A nightingale that doesn't sleep.
Too many promises to keep.

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