Ours is a hometown
where the birds just walk,
their tender legs barely supporting
the rest of their weight
They steal water from starving grasses
and halt near the shopkeepers,
fluttering their eyes for food
When refused, they remember to take flight,
flapping their wings furiously
over the hostile humans
and soaring far above,
a spectacle of their superior powers
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Wonderfully fresh look from our friend to our little friends , seen from there peaks height …
Thanks for the lovely comment:)
I like the idea of birds being above us.
well. me too:))
A lovely poem, a unique approach with respect to nature (and our lack of – respect for!) nicely done.
I saw some birds walking in our neighborhood and imagined the rest:) Thank you, Penny, for sharing your thoughts
My pleasure, yes that’s what we creative people do view the world through our own eyes and then create something new and beautiful, isn’t it great! 🙂
you live in a lovely town.
well, it is:) thanks:))