February 2012


a bird pleasantly warbling

for a long moment…

I encouraged it with silence

and communed,

enjoying its song

**

A seagull wheeling in the strong cold winds off a bluff,

good-naturedly chuckling back at me

sharing its delight and freedom.

Warming me with its wisdom,

I’ve ascended a new plateau

on this blustery day

**

up on a ladder today,

the chattering of crows

not so personal…

perhaps just curious

about the strange big bird

and what she’s doing up here, with them

**

once I discouraged a crow

in angry chatter

bullying another crow.

I called hawk and eagle.

It heeded and flew off.

Later, a hawk appeared,

gazing  intently

from atop a telephone pole

**

once, I found the world’s tiniest

hawk feather

waiting for me in the dry grass

I put it in a pouch

**

the birds are my companions

I call to them

working, amusing ourselves

we don’t even care if we’re overheard

you either understand

or you don’t

Upon the little spark they blowed,

Until the smoke it billowed.

In me this question did inspire –

If smoke, then is there fire?