Little Birds
I first saw them back in October, all scattered and proper and lined up just so, sitting on that high wire each day.
They reminded me of musical notes
or a coffee clatch.
A gathering of friends meeting up to do their thing, sing their song
& so,
I took a picture.
Why ?
Because of that gentle pull I would feel each time I would walk past.
See us.
Acknowledge us, please.
I would sometimes wonder, do they sit there all day or are they just taking a break ?
& where do they go when they are out of my sight ?
Funny, the thoughts that enter a brain when time allows and nature coaxes
& every single day.
Same time, same place.
There they were, there they sat.
But, in the meantime, I wasn’t.
The holidays, the weather, the every day this and that’s.
Life kept me away from my walking trail, until recently
& truth be told, yep, I was a little bit curious if they would still be there or did they go off to do what birds do …
fly, fly away to another somewhere, someplace
They now remind me of prayers, of meditation, of huddling together through it all, through every storm.
It’s rather cold, damp, gloomy outside and the forecast calls for more of the same but there the be, determined, united
calm
&
composed.
In sync.
Bickering and separating at times but, always, always coming back into that fold.
Continuity binds them together, continuity will keep them strong.
Yep.
It’s funny the thoughts that enter a brain when time allows and nature coaxes.
Thanks for the beautiful lesson, Little Birds.
♥