Monday, June 3, 2013

off key



They always come back each year, the same ones. Taking down the feeder without a ladder, they impatiently zip by my ear, rapid wings echoing like a panicked staccato breath, slamming foolishly against the reflecting window, and I fall backwards. We recover nicely.
I find myself motionless, neck on a swivel and head cocked liked the feathered, listening to their lively lullaby. But I whistle off-key, blinking. The littlest birds travel zig-zaggedly, never a straight line between A and B, avoiding the claws of overfed predators, inarching their small hearts to mine. I zig-zag in life contemplating the next little event, hoping the watercolors don't run.


work of art: Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? (1979)
by Morris Graves

5 Comments:

Blogger The Bug said...

My husband & I love to watch the birds in our back yard - back & forth bobbing & weaving, only still for a few moments at a time...

6/03/2013 4:33 PM  
Blogger Berowne said...

A beautiful response to this week's prompt...

6/05/2013 10:33 AM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

Lovely Phil...

6/06/2013 2:12 PM  
OpenID mindlovemisery said...

This is so beautiful and the imagery is adorable =)

6/08/2013 1:48 AM  
Blogger ~T~ said...

A little bird flew at our window, over and over, for a week or so this spring. I suppose he has zig-zagged away, now, having found something better to do...

6/18/2013 11:48 AM  

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