Page 1: Yew-Ho: Watch The Birdie.
Page one It is foretold . All things have rhythms . The urgency of passion, The avian need for nests, The daily opening and closing of the lily pad. The slow and gradual growth of plants and trees. It is foretold. We are controlled by seasons . A cycle of change. Spring rains wake the soil. causing green shoots to rise, stretching like sleepers from the moist earth. It is foretold. Summer sun will tan and darken the shoots to golden brown. The wheat will rise and ripen. Their heads will caress the prairie wind in an endless undulating dance to the horizon. It is foretold . In a stygian blackness nitrogen- rich yellow thunder spears will anoint the earth and pods will awake and open seeding the sky with plague. Leaving the wheat to crumble and die in the iron-fist of the winter frost. It is foretold. As numbers decline like shoals o...