BIRDS

Birds fly through the sky.

Black against gray clouds

Though they’re bright

Red,

Yellow,

Blue

Up close if you stop and look.

Robins pecking for worms after the rain,

Mourning Doves in the morning outside your window,

Bluebirds on the fence,

And Cardinals in the trees.

Vultures on the pine needle carpet in the forest,

Crows on the roof as you walk by,

Geese on the bank of the pond,

A Great Blue Heron landing in the lake,

And two Mallards swimming past.

When you pause and listen

To the Woodpecker in the canopy,

You hear

Three,

Five,

Nine

Other birds

All singing over each other.

Who

Are they singing to?

If we could hear the birds talk

In a way we’d understand,

What would they say?