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
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