WORDS ARE BIRDS

Hopping
Chirping
the grey bird called from the tree
I looked around in wonder
I scrambled on my knee
ran around like a madwoman
“just one pretty picture”
was my silent plea.
But lo! with my every step
the bird flew to a higher branch
and reaching  the treetop
opened its wings
and vanished just like that!

Birds are words
and words are birds
Really,
what difference is there?
just when I thought I’ve captured them
as suddenly they disappear.

So, ever, I wait
for that blessed time
when they will visit me
and linger for awhile
long enough that I can
put them in a picture or a rhyme.

I wrote the piece with Poetry Jam’s prompt in mind – Writing.  See how others interpreted the prompt by going to that page. 🙂  The poem , of course, is inspired by this bird that I chanced upon the other day in our backyard.  I was much interested in it because it was new to me.  I think that this sighting was only the second I had after many years of living where we are.

I will very much appreciate it if you can help me identify the bird.  It has dark beak, longish tail, gray feather with white at the tips.  The photos though do not show the bird’s features very well.   Oh, it is solitary.  I thought that it was a Sparrow variety but a quick internet search refuted that.  I read that grey sparrows have pale beaks.

Thank you very much for coming by. 🙂

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