Nobody writes about the birds anymore


Exquisite designs
Soft textures
Colors bright or camouflaged


Nobody writes about the birds anymore


It's all lust passion
Pain, sorrow
Love, sex
Distrust, betrayal
Exestuation of what is real



Nobody writes about the birds anymore


If a king fisher dives into the lake to catch it's evening meal
Someone asks
How did that make you feel?
Maybe the bird was just hungry


If an eagle soars through the air
Seemingly without a care
Someone cries
"Ahh to be free"
Maybe it is just flying home to its nest to feed its chicks


Nobody writes about the birds anymore


Flying, singing, simply, living
Always
Self-Absorbed relations to what they hear or see
Let it be
Take it
Or leave it
Just
Don't analyze it.