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The Prothonotary Warbler

As I look back on 70 years, I do the typical math.

I toss out 15 years for being too young, then six months

Or so that are a bit hazy in the 60s and 70s.

And the rest is pretty much silent running, so to speak.

More ups and downs than a two-dollar whore.

And it comes out here: right here, right now.

Still rolling along, a little lamer, a little, well, tamer,

But doing new things, learning new words

And ways to move my hands in some new task

And ways to think, yes, that’s the best of the lot:

New ways to think. Example: the Prothonotary Warbler.

Long supposed to be called Prothonotary because

Papal Clerks in Byzantine Rome wore yellow robes.

Aside: the Prothonotary Warbler is yellow.

Well, a slew of sceptics called bullshit on that.

Scribes wore black robes, sometimes trimmed

In colors more suited to the gravity of their post.

Put a research in the slot: out comes a truer tale.

The bird acquired its melodious name in the South,

Louisiana, where a bit of French floats around.

A Protonotaire is the head notary in a community.

A nice guy, but rather on-and-on about things.

The call of the Prothonotary Warbler sings same.

It wasn’t the color, but the colorless song.

Life is delightful.

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