Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 303 - From the beaks of birds ( for Kit)

From the Beaks of Birds

this bird named me
 does a lot then slopes about the porch
 talking to the dog  
but saying it in bird 
it sounds much sweeter   cheeps and chirrups

that bird named you
 rushing  glances  on the way
 for freedom   sounds the same
 as water in a riverbed
in spring  not summer clearly

the birds sit talking  just above
our hair  each morning  speak
the real meaning of the earth
out loud   the making of the day
at dawn   unmade again
by the falling of the light

we say what bird are you
and write it down 

each one of us
repeating it
in vain

1 comment:

  1. thanks!

    I think the birds call us all sorts of things ...

    esp the one I was trying to assist out of the shed yesterday
    and ended up with the poor little fellah's tail feathers in my had ...
    thought that might have been the end of it but it was gone in a flash once it got outside


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