Beauty Best Veiled As I'm out walking in the early morning grayness I hear birds singing. That tempts me toward poetic thoughts, But then I think of what the scientists would say: If we could understand bird language Much of it would be humdrum stuff about finding food Or stressful news about predators. And much of the rest would be like drunks boasting in a bar: "Hey, pretty woman, I want you!" and "I can lick any guy in the place!" Perhaps it's good that some things remain hidden In the early morning grayness when I'm out walking. -- Tom Digby Written 09:35 09/28/2004 Edited 22:46 10/26/2004