Painting by: Jeanette Cooper
As a child I wondered why people enjoyed birdwatching. Now, I know why. I spent an hour today observing their cheerful play outside my kitchen window.
The Nature of Things
I looked out my kitchen window At a marvelous sight I did see Dozens of busy orange breasted birds Playing wing tag up high in the tree.
Darting cheerfully from limb to limb Flying and fluttering happily all around Cavorting and frolicking with each other High above the leaf cluttered ground.
Free, beautiful, and graciously dainty Sailing on the fresh breeze to and fro Pecking blossoms on a lovely old tree Nourished by spring as it begins to grow.
Now they’re in another game--racing All flying from the green tree together Can it be because of a darkening sky A telltale sign of inclement weather?
Where did my feathered friends go? I wonder if they’ll soon return Or will they just find another happy tree With seemingly equal absence of concern.
What do those beautiful little creatures think? What do their little brains feel? Oh, how wonderful it would be for me To experience their lighthearted thrill of sailing with the wind across the wide-open sky
like little friends waving with their wings in a friendly merry goodbye.
Great bird lover and awaken each morning this sprng by a mockingbird and a woodpecker, but that is nature, Glad you are a nature lover too and can write such about nature. You are a natural poet.
They most likely, by my observations, use that one percent of our brain capacity more intelligently then us, not only that they enhance life with natural beauty, unlike us waterbags, but like you, we are learning from them in many ways. A gentle appreciation of beauty in nature etched in ink. Blessings! Jasmin Horst
A lighthearted poem that makes me wish the robins were here but it won't be long.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 11, 2008
Often wonder what, of anything goes on in the mind of animals and birsd . . . Not a lot I imagine, nature pushes them to do things . . . DNA; the new nature . . . Lovely poem . . .
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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Be always safe,
Karen
Gentle and peaceful write. A carefree offering. Peace, Love and Blessings, Paul.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.