Do you think they are happier than we because they are closer to heaven? In the sunshine do they sing in celebration? Do they greet the rain in thankfulness? How much like you and I are they? Do they feel that they are free? Do they know the limits instinctively, not arguing with the laws? How can you rebel against nature? This works. This doesn’t. The birds have nothing to say to us. All you have to do is watch.
Matters not if the bird is white or black, nor if the feathers are large or small. Doing the work of angels, they need only a sharp eye and long sight, a quick response! A musical voice. An intention to help. A companion along side of you, traveling the same path. A common goal. For the good of all. What danger is overhead? What enemy is incoming? Who is approaching the horizon, too far away for you to see? Perhaps invisible. Evil intention. How wide are the clouds? Filled with dark or light? What does the wind say? This way or that? Does the forest applaud or turn away? Walk softly. Watch which way the birds are facing. Which way do they fly? There is always danger, on every path, high or low, sunshine or shadow, slip or slide, fail or fly. Free will. Do what you will. Whatever you will. Every moment is a choice.
Black and white, White and black, Halfway there, And, halfway back.
Every bird has awoken before dawn to be sure the sun is no longer conjoined with the moon. Tomorrow will continue. The world will be here, waiting, for the next time you return.
Once I knew three songbirds. The songbirds knew no words. But, the first bird, Though he could not say, Was sure he did not want to stay, He said hello, He wanted to laugh, But, instead, he flew quite far away, And, he married a jello giraffe.
The second bird thought this was funny. When she saw them together she’d laugh. On the back porch she’d rock, When she mended her sock, And, she’d wiggle and giggle, For a hour and a half.
Now, sure was the third bird, They certainly were absurd, And, sure they were really quite daft, Then she shocked the whole staff, And, the other riff raff, When she waved us adieu, And, flew off to the zoo, With the son of the checkerboard calf.