The answer is in the birds
their words, their inflection
wake to the way they take a bath
feel when feelings present 
Splash splash Splishity splash
letting water weave thru feathers
a seed a worm
the tiniest piece of grain 
a perky hop from rock to branch
taste the way they savour 
crafting days to a song 
when all is stilled 
and darkness blank
take notes from hope and cheer
winged answers to the dark 
_____
backyard birdbath, Agoura, CA

  

    Paddling on watercolor

    weaving between clouds

    paddle synching to the

    rhythm of the lake

    mind playing with pastels

  

    White and dark elegance

    perched on a tree

    eyes regal

    sunflower beak

  

    “Pay me no mind”

    as I float in fulfillment

    drift in reflection

   In the cool flame of morning

      my wings stir

        then awaken

    ________   

    “Eagle world”,

    Idaho Wilderness

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