sometimesihatemycat

This morning
I cannot tell
If these dear birds
Sing their songs
To woo each other
Or
Fling them long
To wound the other
But my toes are cold
So inside I go
Perhaps
It’s just as well

-a.r.

Photograph by Lee Davis

~ by April on November 9, 2014.

Posted in Humanity, Meditation, Nature, Poetry
Tags: Bird, Birdsong, Courtship, Mate, meditation, Nature, poetry, Survival, Warning