In Dreams

Mysterious, this pull
these avian dreams

I would rather fly away
lacking courage’s backbone

Yet here we are, facing
another day – me the bird

And you, the indomitable tree
roots to my wayward vision

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

Says the Bird

You misconceive the calling,
says bird in bush –
troubled times
call for comfort
not derailment
of humanity –
petty, bickering
without soul –
I may be bird-brained
but human sense
has the consistency
of overripe fruit.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

Northern Flicker

My forward movement
startles us both –
you ground foraging
with the robins,
me delighted
by a flash of red –
heart at your nape.
You rise, alight
on tree branch
your squeaky call,
warning or greeting
stops me in my track –
patiently I wait
as you circle the tree
head bobbing, alert,
till we both settle
and my lens succeeds.

(For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day.  Image from personal collection.)