Missy is a unique writer who enjoys inviting her readers into her thoughts through her poetry and other topics of discussion.
I Am a Birdwatcher
I've seen them all in and around my property: bluebirds, blue jays, red robins, red-headed woodpeckers, swallowtail kites, crows, hawks, and even the not-so-pretty vultures. I find every category of bird interesting in its own way. I find the beauty in the livelihood of their survival.
There are so many that I have seen in my yard. Some types like the blue jay and blackbird will visit me daily. I watch them play games with the cats. It is so funny! These birds are actually teasing these felines.
I also watch in amazement as the blackbird chases the blue jay or vice versa. At first, I thought it was an aggressive flight, but as I saw the same two birds at the exact same time every day, I knew, somehow, these two different birds had become playmates.
Hummingbirds suckling the bottle brush tree beside my porch, the bees that swarm them, and even the squirrels are so incredible to sit and wonder at, but the birds make me feel majestical. It is the birds that have an angelic aura and spiritual flight.
The Arrival of the Birds
They perch around me up in
The trees. I would like to think
They fly in just to visit with me.
Though, I know they are just passing
By. Resting in this yard that has left
Green leaves alive.
I tilt my head to the side and lay
It on the weathered porch armrest
While watching the birdies whimsical
And carefree conquests.
Sing me a song oh birds “I pray.”
So that I can find freedom--
Will you not stay?
The Essence of the Birds
Oh, Universe, you must send the
Balladry birds back to me every new day.
Lend them out at dawn and dusk.
I must soar in their colors during
The foggy mornings and the departure
Of the orange half-seen sun.
The exquisite swallow-tailed kites
Flew by yesterday, 1-2-3- in a circle
steady to the wind like the skydiver’s flight.
Later, on Tuesday, I found a puffy little blue jay
peeping away next to a conifer vine. Backing up
ever so quietly--This I knew--Mother bluebird
would be swooping in soon.
The Nature of the Birds
There are things in nature that should
Not be touched, even if we feel a need to
Help--we must not.
Sight is your tool to find the treasures
You seek, in nature and the world
It all boasts a history.
Look to find spiritual messages intertwined.
Like The blackbird that flies throughout
Time---Straight--beside a power line.
I know there is a secret.
To its movement—steady and
Precise at exactly 6 pm in the
The Silent Secrets of the Birds
Could the birds be my messengers of
Strength? Do they stay because they
know of my exit fates?
Are they angels in the best worldly forms?
Colorful artistry—beautiful patience!
I believe they know of me--my life of extreme
Surrounding me with the purity of the real
World and gifting me the verity I require. The
Wisdom of the wild—shall I say… The truth of
The trees as per-se.
Wait for them… Study the beauty of
Their flights—their presence. Capture
The true meaning of their ascending
And then, soar in the calmness of
The symphony of the birds inside the
natural silence of our earth.
© 2022 Missy Smith