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O, Tolkien, did you think
  of middle ear and all that happens
there?  The trysts between the malleus,
incus, stapes and the brain, the ring –
You know the one that drives a man
insane,  a trilogy of senses intertwined.

What do you know 
   of the Eustachian tube?
Will you map it for us with your worthy pen?
Perhaps invoke a tuning fork
so we will better understand why in February
when snow is on the ground, we hear a robin sing
and join hearts and hands to welcome Spring.