The birds have fled,
flown the coop
as it were.
They've gone the way of the dodo
and the cricket
and bullfrog.
Good old Jeremiah has grown
silent with their absence.
It has not made my heart grow fonder,
not at all.
At least there is good parking now.
Still, I miss the birds,
and the sounds of
exultation as they rose in
such graceful joy,
from earth to
heaven, again and again,
angels caught,
captured in an updraft
on their way
to God.
1 comment:
I have geese outside my windows and this post made me think of beautiful bird songs vs. the honking of all those geese. There are still some that I hear when I walk the woods, but not so much in the city. Dear Stacey you remind me of how to honor the birds that remain, but -- I'm sorry -- not the many many geese honking.
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