How beautiful the birds were
yesterday.
Hard at the work of making
living look
easy,
the fragile creatures flew back and forth,
making a God-awful lot
of
noise.
The most annoying, repetitive sounds
were ones having to do
with territorial rights
and love-making,
those two things which I do not have.
Jeez.
I got up and closed the damn window
but
how beautiful the birds were.
Flashes of heat and colour,
zigging and zagging,
almost dragged my limp soul after,
like it was a wasted bit of plastic
bag
got stuck on a talon.
I noticed the whole,
excited scene
and,
even though I closed the window
with a thump,
I do feel better.
Robert On The Air 