Tag, I’m It

Posted on January 29, 2019 by Jim Stewart

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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4 Responses to Tag, I’m It

Andra Watkins says:

January 29, 2019 at 10:56 am

I sometimes wish I could be more birdlike……..until they run into my glass window because they don’t see the barrier. 🙂

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Jim Stewart says:

January 29, 2019 at 11:02 am

Yep. They react nimbly to what they see. What they don’t see often kills them.

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Debra says:

January 30, 2019 at 4:33 pm

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!

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- Jim Stewart says:
  
  January 30, 2019 at 11:11 pm
  
  Thanks, Debra. I was watching mockingbirds from the patio.
  
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