I heard that there was free food about,
So I thought I’d come and check it out!
birds
Flit and Flitter
… it’s the juncos,
in their undertaker outfits,
who slip unnoticed into melancholy
smuggling minims of lift.
Bless them. They exit
with a wink, tail
snapping open like a card hand to reveal
white feathers at each edge …
~Don McKay
Unpretentious
“… A lofty place he does not love,
But sits by choice, and well at ease,
In hedges and in little trees…
and there he sings
Till all the field with pleasure rings …”
~Henry Van Dyke
Wild geese
… Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.
~Rachel Field
Silence
“It was entirely silent and I tried to breathe its peace.” ~Sebastian Faulks
Hunkering down
… Then blow, Winds, blow!
And rave and shriek,
And snarl and snow
Till your breath grows weak–
While here in my room
I’m as snugly shut
As a glad little worm
In the heart of a nut!
~James Whitcomb Riley
Clothed in common attire
“… His suit is Quaker brown and gray,
With darker patches at his throat;
And yet of all the well-dressed throng
Not one can sing so brave a song …”
~Henry Van Dyke
Fly away
“We fear to trust our wings. We plume and feather them, but dare not throw our weight upon them. We cling too often to the perch.” ~Charles Newcomb Baxter
Blur of red wings
“… the difference between good and evil… It’s very thin, it’s made of something very flimsy… and if you cross it, it really starts to blur where fair becomes foul and foul becomes fair.” ~Harlan Coben
Mockingbird sunning in a crepe myrtle
Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you. ~Charlotte Whitton
walking on a country road 