Bird Tales

She listened

as the wee bird told stories from the forest

stories of the fawn that pranced through

and where the mushrooms grew

the bird told about the squirrel that stole the swallows eggs

and

about the snail eggs that were growing along the waters edge

It sang from dawn to dusk

about the life its lived and things its seen

I have been drawing birds on hands for years

I wonder if doing so is what inspired this

interaction to actually happen?!

It is a sweet sharing, makes my heart sing.

I take it quite seriously, like caring for a pet.

I do not walk out the door without a pouch of seed on me.

It is not a good feeling when the little feathered friends land on a branch next to me

making their teeny sound which mean:

seed please

Then patiently waits for me to pull seed out of the pouch and it then descends to my finger tips

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wishing you magic in your days and in your dreams

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