The squirrel plays percussion with his raspy scolding
As the woods fills with music the finale’s unfolding
A thunderous applause from the balcony on high
Brings all to their feet flashes crossing the sky
The concert is over the conductor’s gone home
Performers take bows the music is gone
Painting: Dwight L. Roth
This is a painting and poem are from a few years ago. I wrote this as I sat under the trees listening to all that was going on above me. I love the idea of the birds and animals creating an orchestral piece brought on by the neighbors cat!
About a month ago I told my neighbor there was a cowbird going in his exhaust vent. Last week we saw these two little guys poking their heads through the flaps. He finally called the landlord, but was told they could not remove the nest until the birds left. A few days later they were gone and we saw the maintenance person standing on the top of the ladder with a vacuum cleaning out the nest and putting a cage over it.
I had a visit today from an Eastern Blue Grosbeak. He comes to my feeder a few times a year. I am not sure if they are migrating or just tend to stay away. I always like seeing their gorgeous striking colors. This bird was hungry. He hopped right into the cage and ate for five minutes. I thought he would fly away when I got closer to get these photos, but he kept right on eating. It was wonderful to see him again.
Through it all the animals roam freely
while humans withdraw in their dread and fear
not venturing out // where birds sing sweetly
Our furry and feathered friends worry not
going about their gatherings with cheer;
living lives daily with nary a thought.
Resigned to their fate, they’ve no ears to hear.
While superior beings listen in fear…
Newscasts shout, “Cornovirus is near!”
What makes us believe we should rule the world?
We read it on pages // good books are clear
we’re invincible // destined // brash and bold…
Perhaps, it’s now time to accept our state;
realizing we are not superior here;
and, like the animals accept our fate.
Live life with purpose making each day count.
Knowing in God we trust through every tear…
we face each tomorrow as tensions mount.
I see people racing to the store to buy up toilet paper, I notice all around me in nature is still the same. The birds sing the squirrels raid my feeder without a thought. We have a lot to learn about our place in this world and nature has many ways to help keep us in perspective.
My pyracantha bushes were loaded with berries this summer. As winter came on, and food got scarce, the birds gradually began eating them. Today I was delighted to see three bluebirds on the bushes feeding on the last of the berries. I am thinking that they might be migrating north already. We are expecting warm weather this week in the high 60 F and maybe even 70 F. Spring is on the way!
Bluebirds stop and eat
Last of the summer berries
Food for the journey
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
I am linking this to the Monday Haibun for Frank Tassone’s prompt spring.