Two birds

Two birds fly by my window—one just clearing the roof line, one barely missing the corner of the building. Where are the birds flying? They can find seeds and grubs on any square yard of lawn, so they could walk. They may need to get up into the trees to get away from predators, but why then fly this moment, this sunny morning, when they are not escaping nor heading for a nest? Is there joy? Is there looking for something better elsewhere? Is there scattered thinking? Do they have a shadow? What is for them the more?

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on June 27th, 2008 | No Comments »

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