Dropping presents from the sky

Ducking, is futile

Around and around

Drunken bird with broken wing

Waiting, your beacon

Train strains up the hill

Tortuous, continues all the day

Bird passes them still

The owls know the time

Winter doesn't mean cold heart

I will keep you warm

It is quiet.

A whisper tickles my ear.

Fluffy thin wisps of winter are here.

White is my color.

One prickling part of the sun shimmers down.

Liquid life is spilt on the ground.

Two sharp eyed eagles are floating aloft

Looking for little things that are soft.

And I remember.

Old tree of life upon the hill

Bent and knarled, but living still:

Full of moments-frozen-time,

Deaf but hearing, sights while blind.

Shelter on the bald sharp rock

Shade in summer, warmth in frost:

Full of birds--squirrels--bugs,

Place of refuge, home of love.

Bird up in the air

Dropped a pupu in my hair,

So I looked up in the sky

And was pupuded in the eye.

Then so mad I turned all red,

Shook my fist, and yelled "YOU'RE DEAD",

And plop the next one struck my head.

So now whenever I walk by

I wear my hat, and you know why.

Alphabet, alphabet, alphabet soup.

Down flew a bird, some letters to scoop.

An A, B, and C he dropped with no words:

Then fell his P as he spun in a loop,

And I was so glad it wasn't a poop.

Your love is cream

In my coffee

The fizz in my coke

Birds in the springtime

Songs in my heart

Sloped from any point

Elliptically correct

My meal thanks the bird

A slice of DNA lay in the dish

Facing ‘Father instrument’ and ‘Mother splice’

Tempting hungry chromosomes, looking for a life

Just pray the neighbor’s Cat

Won’t find this lab tonight

And lick it’s fur

For then the world will be

Rid of Dogs and Birds

Spreading wings, soaring into the sky

Warming light lifting higher and higher

Sounds becoming infinitely softer in flight

Never fearing melting pinions of joyous desire

Come with me next time