Birds play tag:
close-drill flitting,
chasers suddenly chased
at the flick of a feather.
I laugh;
my mind flips like they do,
but without their agility.
I am honored to watch,
bathed in their game,
humored with their compassion.

(photo: avopix.com)
Birds play tag:
close-drill flitting,
chasers suddenly chased
at the flick of a feather.
I laugh;
my mind flips like they do,
but without their agility.
I am honored to watch,
bathed in their game,
humored with their compassion.
(photo: avopix.com)
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I sometimes wish I could be more birdlike……..until they run into my glass window because they don’t see the barrier. 🙂
Yep. They react nimbly to what they see. What they don’t see often kills them.
I’m a bird watcher and smiled at this charming piece of poetry, Jim. I could picture the interplay of the flock at my bird feeders!
Thanks, Debra. I was watching mockingbirds from the patio.