bird – Crumbs for the Journey

November Robins

Breast the colorOf weathered bricksShiny black headOf the maleDuller charcoal black Of the femaleDirty yellow beakFeathers charcoal greyBeads of black for eyesAccentuated by rings of whiteIt is the eyesWhich captivateSeeming to penetrate Deeply into my soulThey remain fixedNot deterredBy my return gazeIn IrelandThe robin (spideog) Is considered to beSacredBelieved to haveAcquired its red chest fromContinue reading “November Robins”

Beauty

Midnight black feathersGlistening with a sheen of brilliancePull me into friendshipIntimacy of conversationsShared in the darkYour loyalty and dedicationTo your offspringInspire and reassureTestimony to kindness in the worldAs you hunt unceasinglyTo feed your youngThe intricacy of The checkerboard patternOf the underside of your tail feathersAdds an Unexpected beautyAnd complexityIn flight,From belowYour brick red breastClaims allContinue reading “Beauty”