Birdsightings

Seeing Nature acknowledge me through a kingfishers eyes Warming around a bird nest of mockingbird fledglings When I stare at them from outside a window, does what dipping fingers in a holy water font does to the penitent catholic. It is beyond what words can do in their everyday usage Bookbindings are clipped songbird wings they took me just to where the couch ends and the window begins Sociological ideas cannot be transferred into life without taking to the air on wings, they acquired juvenile bird feathers and now must molt to meet the conditions of their environment. Bird guides are the bibles of Nature, but they are never complete, without also spending time outdoors in the company of cormorants guarding the rock that it's found itself standing on. Holding out it's two wings to dry in the august sun Spraying jets of white excrement into the lake, expanding the size of it's throat like a helium filled balloon. Where will you find all that? Audubons beloved bird paintings? The ones you know from your time as a child at the Woodstock Inn in Vermont. These behaviors are specific to your experience now. These behaviors are unique to the timing of day you saw them. Your retellings of your birdsightings will not live by the merits of others sightings. Oh these experiences of life are like bird specimens once leisure goes with the sun. But they will soon return again for you. The work of all of Gods creatures makes them see everything with an outer glow their harvests their catches.