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With my birdfeeder full
A bountiful supply
I think I'm giving nature a hand.
But as I watch nature unfold
It is she, that is helping me
By including me in her plan.
Wednesday 11th December 2024 11:45 pm
Why Do Poets Ponder?
Why do poets ponder
The birds of the air...
For their beauty, their freedom, their song?
Why do they find peace in asking
Questions that begin with why?
Why are they so willing to share
The inner most part of their soul,
Hidden in symbolic mazes
With hedges high?
I guess what I'm really asking
Is why do I?
Monday 25th November 2024 12:30 am
This Little Bird
While most other birds sing a duet,
Or with a chorus hidden up in a tree,
There's a little bird that sings loud and proud,
Alone, but in harmony.
This little bird sings outside my window,
While the rest of the birds are asleep.
This little bird sings with depth and conviction,
While others can only dream.
Where does it find the courage
To stand alone and sing?
...Friday 22nd November 2024 10:39 pm
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