Sugarsweetbitterthrills

Travelling with no
frontiers to escape
the monkey-eagle
The lark
sings its utter cry
to the daffodil fields,
finding itself
back to its nest of
spring leaves
by the shrubs --
by the forest of shrubs
where it can find
the jays, alarmed
and they cry --
The lark
sings its melody
to the fields,
finding itself
back to its nest
outlined all along
by the
autumn undergrowth.