Words

Today this thickened chickadee
Sung so clear and loud for me.
His hopping showed him in the tree.
He hopped with such an urgency
That there I stopped.
Gave him my attention quietly.

He led me on a little chase.
Plainly he had made his case;
I was to trod to every place
He showed. My foot trail interlaced
Where it had snowed,
And once more wore the winter forest flakes.

I thought: this friend must have some news
Since his, the better of our views,
Ought aerially reveal the clues
Denied to me by heavy shoes.
And I'll have spied
Just which of words divide the lies from trues.

I walked a while behind the bird,
The fresh air of the morning cured
The saddest things that knowing words
Can bring. He knew the pull of things he’d heard,
And knows to sing.
So he thinks, much like me, most words absurd.