The birds of my today
Burst off the page
This feathered page
As they did all day
Long
In my all so real life
Today
Even leadfooted pickup truck drivers
(and who hasn’t noticed the correlation between vehicle and attitude before?)
Slowed and rubbernecked
Watching eagles soar
Above the shore
Turning a quick curve
A trio of two ravens and a turkey vulture
Impossibly ugly
Startled at their carrion feeding
Roadkill cleansing meal
Jump skyward
Later, parked
Fledgling eagles scream
Then, watching from the drifting surface
Perambulating in the drift
As it were
A blue heron
Careens through the leafy canyon
So prehistoric looking
But it’s the ravens that hold sway
They bark short orders
Mafia dons
Harass all intruders and bully all they can
I’ve known a few ravens
In my time, but I digress
The birds of my today
Burst from the skies
Burst from the trees
And this feathered page
Is all that’s left
Of the birds
Of my today
David Trudel © 2012
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Ah. Love all of this. Brilliant writing.
Thanks – I appreciate the feedback.
David–I agree with LD–this is brilliant.
Hey Susan L. your validation means a lot to me. You are a seriously good writer, and even though I have intimations, glimmers if you will of the measure of the words I come up with, my self-worth is founded upon the feedback I get. Thank you.