By the stream, a catbird calls for its mate either angry or in love, in the brush of leaves
and branches. And the blue jay bullies the sparrows, taking over their nest, while in the sky
a hawk loses the fight with a group blackbirds. Perhaps the hummingbird knows
best, by being too quick for any to really see him, and the sweetness
of flowers has always been less hostile
than stealing eggs.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”