The Birds You Know

I watch the birds closely in the morning
as they wake up with the sun.
All of them chanting,
making plans
for the day’s run.
The Flicker and the Sparrow,
the Robin and the Blues;
each with a sense of urgency,
paranoid and exacting,
gathering food.
The sun will drop hours from now,
there is much to do.


My tendency to wake up with the sun has granted me the fortune to befriend some beautiful birds. I watch them in and out of conversation, and perpetual preparation for the day ahead. It’s quite spectacular.

We stroll into the days together. I make coffee and take in the show, they don’t mind me now, it’s been long enough. We have a shared understanding, a sacred trust. I write little diddy’s in their honor, and from time-to-time, I name them.

These are the birds I know:

 

 

To Be Continued
Oh, and I’m writing a book.

Carry on