Through the frosted glass,
a feathered friend is calling…
Birds
A bird shuffles by,
feathers on a high up branch…
so all year
theres ducks hanging out in the backyard
but theyve been gone for a while now…
A small bird flits by,
and lands on a branch,
unaware that below,
a predator prowls…
A bird in a tree,
and another in the bush…
Trees stretch for the sky,
shimmy in the breeze,
dancing to an invisible
soundtrack, birds sing…
It’s bad news all around,
and I lie staring at the ceiling,
until you take my hand,
saying, let’s lose ourselves…
How much of their song,
do we just misinterpret…
i saw a picture of hummingbirds
all blue and green and other colors
im glad that they get to be so fun…
