I stole this pic from a friend's Facebook post. Just a stunning picture.
Life is for the birds right now. They have free rein to gather in large groups, gossip on the wires, paddle on the pond with no worries, and head any direction for the winter.
Free as a bird takes on new meaning:
raise eyes
watch the hawk soar
drift with the drafts
wind ruffles hair, its feathers
feel lighter till it flies out of sight
heart plummets back to earth
trapped in our masked cage
our song, a muffled gasp
JF - Dec. 2020
Loved the pics Joanne, Have a good December. and take care.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
thanks. Something different
DeleteHi Joanne - lovely poem ... and yes those birds are free aren't they. Butters looks a delight ... such fun to see here - all the best Hilary
ReplyDeletethanks much. Went for something different today
DeleteButters is your bird? I bet he brightened some Zoom calls.
ReplyDeletenope - it's a friend's new bird.
DeleteNice bird! Our chicks (baby chickens) are getting big super fast! They are so cute!
ReplyDeleteButters belongs to my friend Helen up in PA. He's spoiled already
DeleteThat's a beautiful, soaring play with words, Joanne. Keep your poetic chops in motion. I love it.
ReplyDeleteButters deserves some spoiling.
Have a warm, safe week, my friend.
Butters is spoiled in PA. I guess I didn't make it clear that it wasn't mine. Remember - I'm not a creature person. I'll admire from afar.
DeleteThanks for liking the poem - it was churning in my head for a while.
Gone to the birds and many other wildlife as the humans are screwed.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you find inspiration in the birds.
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