Saturday, August 6, 2016

August 6, 2016 dVerse-- Bird Songs on the Mesa

Bird Songs on the Mesa

i don't feed the birds any more      not since Issa came to live with us      a killer he is

so i don't encourage the birds   i miss the song of the towee   outstanding among his class

the magpies are more of a chatter      and perhaps the tiny finches   do sing in the garden

so softly their song unheard       when we did feed the birds      and had no cat between us

the neighbor cat rilley         would sneak over the fence and hide under the juniper

all the while his excitement dripped from his lips    a wild one is he       jump on the fence

looks like a wild kabuki dancer  his fur flashing this way and that   his golden eyes glitter

when the flycatchers return in the spring    their song seems more like a cry

that breaks the silence over the sage         sometimes i hear an unfamiliar song

 and race to the window but often i cannot spot the singer       still i know he is there

 unidentified  there are not many birds on the mesa        perhaps it is just too lonely here

August 6, 2016





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