God’s street smarts!
At the edges of tomorrow,
Of vast dissenting time,
Fly toward light, or sorrow,
No power to decline,
The faithful wings now faltering,
Now, just kept alight by faith,
Are like flying on one wing,
To hell or heaven raise,
A thousand little sparrows,
Not my struggle be content,
Snatch me from the falcon’s harrow,
To guide me toward heavens end,
There one by one, with chirp and chatter,
Me, to the lord defend,
Let in this old mad hatter,
Even, if some rules you bent
Quizzically he looked at me, and said,
Are these all you’re friends,
And I said you bet,
Come on in, no need to make amends.
18/03/2008
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Shirping Love Tinka
Love,
annie
Be always safe,
Karen
And I said you bet,
You are truly, The Bird Whisperer, not The Mad Hatter!
Street smarts? you bet, when chased he would fly rigt onto the house's sidewall only to shot, a couple of inches before hitting it, up and let the black hooligan to broke his neck against the wall like a tennis ball going out of business.
We saw the little rascal do it a few times, and the diminishing in numbers group of crows never catd on.
Georg
God bless you. Kathy
God bless