Last night, 165, 000 birds
flew over this city. Their highwayof air's called The Pacific Flyway.
Ceaseless wings working,
black eyes shining, uncanny
navigation sending signals....
These birds from various species
have no clue how brave they are,
do not have our concept, courage.
They just do what they must do
while we count and measure
in homes and leisure down here.
A few of these birds stopped by
in our garden this Spring & Summer.
Sampled water, suet, seeds, bugs; rested,
sang--maybe picked up grass and twigs
for the summer home. This thought
brings warmth, like holding briefly
in a cupped hand a bird before it flies.
hans ostrom
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