Am I a warlock white?
I am perplexed,
What is it, which I do?
Or am I just plain hexed?
No kettle did I stir,
Except my soul my mind,
Or wishes on a staff did make,
That would such magic find,
Yet there in this dimension,
Where spirit meets the bone,
Realities were set adrift,
Those are at twilight home,
A tiny bird rests in my hand,
Abandoned I had found,
Aside the road to die,
Quietly a peeping sound,
As sure my nature would dictate,
To do my best, my part,
For it to cradle in my hand,
Resting closely near my heart,
Its insured foot, would rest aside,
Hang there, pitiful and weak,
But yet it knew that in my hand,
Its safety it would seek,
Now fully grown and all about,
It flies from tree to tree,
Its wings Olympians hail,
So happy to be free,
But then, just now and then,
From tree top comes to visit,
To sit atop my head,
Assure it-self, I would not miss it,
Other times its sits across,
On fence or nearby tree,
Like a patron saint,
As it were guarding me,
At sunset though, or thereabout,
It knows it’s time for bed,
But instead of tree or bough,
It settles in my hand instead,
A place it found, atop an urn,
A spot that’s dark and cozy,
Sleeps and cuddles there all night,
It’s quite a sight for one to see,
Soft tissue for its bum to rest,
Anew its bed I make,
Under its wing, its little face,
No notice of me does take,
Until, get this my friends,
Comes five or six or thereabout,
Takes flight to me, atop my chest,
And in my ear does shout,
Whatever would possess a bird?
Atop my chest to land,
To cuddle there and sleep,
I do not understand,
In any case this strange relation,
This closeness of a species bond,
I do admit, I do enjoy,
Surely must be way beyond,
I am perplexed my prayers heard,
From realms believers only know,
Or is it that I’m hexed,
Just reap what I would sow,
A wish I made some eons hence,
A wish of consequence to fill,
Give warmth’s and sustenance,
To save a bird from icy winters kill,
This too, this little one with leg adrift,
To ill to grasp a branch or twig
Such heartbreak I took home,
Helpless in my wit,
Three winters then the hawk it found,
My hand would place the food for weeks,
No calling would return it though,
Just redder got my cheeks. ©26/08/2009
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Blessings and Love - Micke
I love to charm squirrels with peanuts. I have somethat come up in my backyard sometimes, sit all over me and eat peanuts. Takes a while to gain their trust though.
Walt
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Regis
Then why are you perplexed? Sounds marvelous, to me. Any time that I can connect with a nonhuman species, on any level, I feel truly blessed.
Go With The Flow, Bird Whisperer, and give Turdus a hug for me!
You signed a contract the day of rescue and your friend is keeping you to it. You are one lucky man!
John
Now your little Jasmin can fly!
Georg
friend from foe ,and you dear one,are saint francis to them;-)bless you!