Back in New York City, and woke in the early morning (4:30?) to the sound of a song bird. I don’t know if it was truly a lark, but I’m going to say lark because when my mind thinks of birds singing early in the morning, my mind says lark.
Amazing. There it was. Bird song. Trilling, lilting, sliding up and down a piccolo scale, unperturbed by the undercurrent roar of airconditioning units, so much more Debussy than Broadway.
When I actually got up, more toward 7, it was gone. City sounds taking over. Cars. Voices. Forklifts.
Where had the bird gone? How did it happen to be here ? (I thought larks were in meadows, praries. If they came into a city at all, that city was Verona.)
Speaking of Verona, are there two?
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