A Thing About Birds and Trees

doves dance

in pearly white

but carrion crows

fly lower

still

hawk spots

the hare again

after all

it’s

simply

nature’s endless overtures

and

the lesson is

the rod

is simply the natural evolution of the branch

but what the tree considers

is lost on me

maybe

that eagles

after all

share a scientific family

with

vultures

carrion crow

will

fly lower

still

Author's Note

Blah blah blah. The cure for boredom.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The city of Mount Clemen planted large hawks to get rid of the pigeons. They did. Now they control the sky for miles. Nature. It seems the predators do win. Maybe like life John. I enjoyed the poetry. I could see the predators seeking. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[John Sullivan]

Thank you for reading and understanding. I like to think the scales balance out in the end, but it often seems the predators get the leg up in this world. Mount Clemen sounds lovely all the same. Hope this time of year is treating you well.

[Amy R]

I enjoyed this poem, filled with observation and carries a peace just like what nature offers us.
I love staring at the skies on evenings when the sun is setting and the birds are whistling away so sweetly..
Thanks for sharing.
~Amy

[John Sullivan]

And thanks for reading, Amy.

[Amy R]

You're welcome.

[Rosie C]

This is strangely observant and intellectually curious.

Bird watching takes a certain level of patience.

I’m not sure if I could do it. But to read about it is a joy.

Creative and thoughtful.

[John Sullivan]

A bit late, but thank you so much, for reading and your thoughts.

[Soren]

These birds related by evolution yet so different to the eye and mind. We too related to other species but deem ourselves superior. Is it really true that by appearance we can judge superiority or is there such a thing? Are we not all related in this cosmos? A thought provoking poem

[John Sullivan]

....and a thought provoking comment. My thanks Soren, for that and for reading.

[Soren]

You are most welcome

[Chris Shaw]

natures endless overtures

such lovely expression there John. I could watch our avian friends forever. The ballet of the skies and the music of birds is so uplifting.

Chris

[John Sullivan]

They didn't make it into the poem, but outside my apartment building we get cardinals every year, nice fiery red little things. I can see them from my window, and often watch them flit about. Thanks for reading, Chris.

[Thomas W Case]

Superb work, John. Keep going.

[John Sullivan]

Thanks Tom, and will do.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Out where we play tennis...we see all of the above at once.
It is a myriad of flying overtures and symphony...beautiful music to watch.
j.

[John Sullivan]

They're considered pest, much like our American pigeons, in many parts of the world, but I've always had a soft spot for starlings and that oily iridescent sheen they've got. A coat of colors. In my homeless days I used to sit outside the shelter and feed them. Naw, maybe the lesson is that even pigeons like us, pests and varmints, can have innumerable colors too. Shiny shiny. Thanks for stopping by, Jacob.