Allow the
rhymes and the patterns to rise
above my own
self defeating chatter,
open to a
higher plain a wider wisdom.
I must stay
quiet in this world of birds
not only to
hear their wisdom
but to hear
the faint stories of the others around.
I hear the
chatter of the young herons
as the water
bugs and dragonflies skittle.
A young man
leans up against a tree.
And just as
the birds forage and feed
converse and
mate, so do the spirits
appear and
disappear at their own freewill.
Yellow
throated vireo declares prominence
I am
conscious that a whole world
maintains
itself without my permission.
On this side
of the pond the bull frogs
converse with
the red winged black birds
in what I
believe is a hospitable tone.
And on the
other side of the pond
the male
kingfisher just dove into the water
a splash, a bath or snack?
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