With every flap of the wing birds praise god
With every flap of our tongue we reverse it all
Once this little bird flew right inside the house and walked into my room, checked out all the books on my bookshelf, examined my yoga mat and then settled down at my favorite place…
It never panicked, not once like most birds do in a confined space. After about 15 minutes, and through a lot of giggles from my daughters, I managed to guide it to the back of the house which has a partly open area. Somehow, I led it to the open area and it flew out….and then it turned around, looked at me and flew back into the rear of the house. How surprising! I put out some water and bird seeds and hoped it would fly out when ready. So we had a guest for several hours and into the night, the next morning it flew away :)
I love the sound of birds, not just the chirps and tweets but even the hoots, squawks and screeches. At present I have a bird living on top of my roof, though it only visits at night. Its screeching was scary until when I saw it flying away, a magnificent and huge white bird, possibly a heron or an egret, against the night sky. Now I am not afraid, in fact strangely comforted by its sounds.
This poem was inspired by my encounter with a trapped bird in our staircase. Just to clarify, I wrote the poem as an observer.
A few months ago this kite came to my office, and was actually admiring its own reflection
If I were to tell you about all my encounters with birds, this would be a very long and possibly unbelievable post. But after I figured out what to write about for Dungeon Prompts Introduce us to your alter ego as I drove home, look what I saw on the driveway very near my parking place…
I have always wanted to be able to sing, I have always wanted to be able to fly. I suppose then, there must be a bird trapped inside me.