Little Bird Lost

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

O, singing bird—

why did you fly away

just when I was

enjoying

the color

in your feathers

as well as

your song?



 

 

 

 

If I could lure my singing bird
From his own cozy nest
If I could catch my singing bird
I would warm him on my breast
For there’s none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you.

Irish Traditional Song





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Nature Insight: Dawn Speaks

At day’s break the only chatter that needs to be heard rises up—not with alarm but conviction for what waits to be enjoyed and avoided.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers–
That perches in the soul–
And sings the tune without words–
And never stops–at all–

Emily Dickinson (American Poet, 1830 – 1886)

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