Why do the little birds -
how do the hawks?
What do geese say with
their swivels and squawks?
How long? How far?
Most of all: Why?
Inside this tiny
space of Me,
emotion wider
Than the sky.
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Thank YOU
my Friend!
Warmly, cloudia
Cute little robin.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful bird, just happy.
ReplyDeleteThat first photo!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI like those two bird photos, that second one looks so funny!
ReplyDeleteCool poetry! Love the pictures, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks Friends 🌟
ReplyDeleteQuestions, questions.. and wonderous skies ☺
ReplyDeleteYour poem is a koan set to birds.
ReplyDeleteBirds are awfully brave for being so small
ReplyDeleteThanks for your thoughtful words, friends
ReplyDeleteBeautiful skies, and a cute bird!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet wee bird, Cloudia!
ReplyDeleteThanks, ^_^
ReplyDeleteHappy Weekend to you,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
A big hug from Italy, dear friend Cloudia.
ReplyDeleteI love that sweet little robin!
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