all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming...
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes
e.e. cummings
The traditional flora and fauna of the Upper West Side couldn't care less about a coronavirus. While humans huddle in their homes, birds, bees, dogs and rodents enjoy a once-in-a-lifetime springtime of clean air, quiet streets, and parks with fewer people.
At the Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine, the albino peacock shakes his tail feathers and brazenly charges an eager photographer who moves too close for comfort. "OK, OK," says the human, backing up hastily. I thought we were friends.
The traditional flora and fauna of the Upper West Side couldn't care less about a coronavirus. While humans huddle in their homes, birds, bees, dogs and rodents enjoy a once-in-a-lifetime springtime of clean air, quiet streets, and parks with fewer people.
At the Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine, the albino peacock shakes his tail feathers and brazenly charges an eager photographer who moves too close for comfort. "OK, OK," says the human, backing up hastily. I thought we were friends.

