Counterpoint

Poem By William B. Deutscher

Dim gray early morning light,
Shrill birds singing through the open window
In a wild declaration of life,
As the woman's voice outside
Grows yet more animated and provides
Self-iterating human counterpoint
To the sound of the birds, various words
That make no sense to the sleeper awake
Now in his bed, listening to all this.

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