Catbird Declaration

My poetry is a catbird song.
Contentious observations
about the world.

I preach from
an apple tree
observing creation.

Like me,
the tree
is old and moldy.

I deliver quips,
declare my version
of truth.

I state the facts as I see them:
I see as they say what I see.

It’s a backyard view
with limitations
but is what I know.

My eye is keen
and quick.
Such glories seen!

I confess
but not only my sins.
I am expressing my joy.

It’s a song of pure exultation
a hymn of praise
from this my half-dead home.

I wake with the sun
to which I sing
for the delights
that daylight brings.