Author: anon
Image: Girl with a Black Bird (here)
flying above in formation
end of Autumn and approaching cold weather,
the annual migration of the black bird
is slated to begin
instinct plays its part
heading south with a purpose
flying together with those
heading south with a purpose
flying together with those
of bright, warm colours
species of varied sizes and shapes
just for a few days and off again.
tired bones rested in the arms
tired bones rested in the arms
of a friendly human every year without fail
a sight seldom seen
hard to believe
hard to believe
Carrie's Sunday Muse #234
The middle stanza holds this lovely poem together wonderfully my friend! I love this Hank and always glad to see you at the Muse!
ReplyDeleteLots of hard to believe things take place nonetheless! Happy Halloween, Hank!
ReplyDeleteInstinct and seasons resonate.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Hank
much🧡love
Love both the everything-in-formation reassurance of the migration and the surprise rest at the end.
ReplyDeleteLove how you have a caring human caring for the exhausted bird ..... says much about you, Hank.
ReplyDeleteA place to stop along the weary way, a warm heart, a helping hand: a great metaphor for what we all need, Hank.
ReplyDelete"tired bones rested in the arms
ReplyDeleteof a friendly human" - nice!
instinct plays its part, as it does for most creatures. Survival often depends on instincts.
ReplyDeleteI saw a flock of blackbirds this week heading to warmer parts.
Hank, that was me anonymous. not sure why that happened. Thanks for inquiring about me. I haven't been feeling well.
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