A poem about birds...
Night came and there was poetry -
from young hearts that gradually crept up
One boy wore soft lavender
hair in a mohawk dividing the gentle and the rebellious
Back home the cardinals were waiting
strangely in the tall green grass
frantically hopping around with rain and rabbits
much too early for Christmas colors…
And then I saw the chaos of man:
the shocking vastness of open space
the stunning void of green shade
and the glaring lack of cool and darkness
There was no warning of this loss
no common courtesy about cutting
just the way men thought it should be
scrapped and now the birds have nothing…
This morning there was a war in the trees
and the cardinals were chaos
crying and cawing from battle branches
a blur of red and blue in an anguish swirl
There will be no shade for many summers now
no festive songs from the snow-covered pine
no shelter for gentle birds in the boughs
nothing dividing the gentle and the rebellious
Photo Credit: Jerri Lynn Sparks (Dark-eyed junco)
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