Settled, at least for now, in the act of feeding,
birds blanket the ground, their chirps and cackles
drench the morning air with sound.
I could not count them if I tried, the volume
and their movement muddle any hope of totalling. And why
would I want to count? Better to stand in awe,
witness to abundance, communion, energy of life.
Enjoy the gift, marvel at the scene, for it is fleeting.
A sound, movement, something I don’t sense, disturbs,
in a flurry of sound, a thousand wings lift the mass
into the sky. I stand, agape, in the silence they leave behind,
recognizing the place I stand as holy ground,
receiving their mantle and their lesson.
Sing, eat, share life with friends, live in this moment,
turn aside, be awed.
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