Intelligence of Birds

 

Left breathless

From a mid-day encounter

With the blue bird

I step forward through pines

 

Tall birches remind me

To be straight and true

Depends on my trajectory

 

Up there in time and space

Where the winged ones roost

Resides our ancestral home

From the canopy of trees

We climbed downward

To nest in caves

 

Now after eons

Walking in the grey forest

I crane my neck to see them

In small patches of open sky

Singing of love

And the science of flight

 

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“Intelligence of birds” – Tullio – 2014