By the Stream


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.”


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