I live under the elliptical of a family of bald eagles.
Each morning they circle the jagged line that divides land and sea.
I live among the slums of gulls, crows, pigeons and ravens.
Each morning they raid our dumpsters for spoil.
I live on the woods’ edges with the robins, thrushes, juncos, sparrows, warblers and wrens.
Each morning they flit and flutter to warm themselves while grazing the trunks and grasses for morsels.
And I live among the silent trees that were spared, and the sapsuckers, woodpeckers, owls and hawks that make their living in them.
Each morning the sun christens the upper branches before kissing my cheeks, while the hawks, owls, woodpeckers, sapsuckers, wrens, warblers, sparrows, juncos, thrushes, robins, ravens, pigeons, crows, gulls and bald eagles weave a new day into being.