CONFESSION OF A BIRD WATCHER
The windows are dressed in feathers where the birds have flown against
then fallen below into the flowers where their bodies lie grounded, still,
slowly disappearing each day until all that is left are their narrow,
I have sat at my window now for years and watched a hundred birds
mistake the glass for air and break their necks, wondering what to do,
how else to live among them and keep my view.
Not to mention the sight of them at the feeder in the morning,
especially the cardinal in snow.
What sign to post on the sill that says, "Warning, large glass window.
Fatal if struck. Fly around or above but not away.
There are seeds in the feeder and water in the bath.
I need you, which is to say, I'm sorry for my genius as the creature inside
who attracts you with seeds and watches you die against the window
I've built with the knowledge of its danger to you.
With a heart that rejects its reasons in favor of keeping what it wants:
the sight of you, the sight of you."
1/good looking cat photoReplyDelete
2/piece you linked to by alexa vallejo reminded me of
"A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved." ― Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan
3/at youtube i came across a cover of "walk on the ocean" by daniel park
a beautifully sung rendition, and the final shot of the ocean waves as he sings the last line 'as we slowly grow old' is evocative