Birds

About a week ago hundreds of birds were flying about our neighborhood. There were in trees in our front yard, backyard, and in our neighbors' yards. Flying past the windows and making a lot of noise, I eventually looked outside to see just how many there were. They were like leaves on the trees there were so many of them! Hardly an hour later, all of them were gone. It was a small, short-lived experience, but it was still amazing! The next week on our way to church I saw an Eagle in the snowstorm. It was beautiful, and I wish we would start bringing the camera with us always. But alas, that has yet to happen. So instead I have written a poem about the many birds in our yard that day :) As of yet, it has no title.

The screeching melody

Is heard

Out of my window.

Black against the blue

Lit

By this sunny afternoon.

The awkward pleasantness

Of chaos harmony

Thousands of voices

Rising

Reaching

In one and several chords

The beat

Of a hundred wings

The chime

Of wind

Stirring lack of leaves

Kissing tenderly

The branches they light upon

Before their winter flight.

Surrounded

Like a cyclone

By mindless chattering

Melodious

In another language

I do not speak.

The sound

The beauty

Confusion and discord

Becomes a wonder.

But they spread their wings

And not an hour later

They're gone.

December 8, 2010

Skyeler