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
Tullio DeSantis 
as a little girl, i use to watch birds fly. i loved how the birds seem to know where to go. Birds are all different.I like how birds are all different colors and sizes.
Birds are amazing creatures. They know things based purely on instinct. Its mesmerizing to see them fly. They always know where their going. This poetry gives much insight to what their really thinking. Nice imagination.