Mixed Medium Project - An Animal
Day 3 of 30
Bird Calls
Bird calls cackle in the spaces between the
branches -- crying, wailing, laughing, sighing.
Each twig that snaps underfoot rings out
a gunshot.
The birds will scatter in a frenzy,
call out for their young, then
fall silent and wait.
When safety is assured they return,
though I am still near. They
do not know my heart from
a mountain lion, ready to lay
bare their lives on this forest
floor.
Sometimes I call back to them
in a clumsy approximation of their
beautiful songs. I try to tell them
to flee and fear me, too. Not
all humans are safer than lions.
Their answering notes fill me with hope and dread.
They answer me in kind, but they are still watching me.
Snap. Flurry. Cry. Silence.
Creator's Note: Today is one of those days where Theri and I took the prompt in entirely different directions. We have a beautiful portrait of a beloved dog, and a poem that started as one idea and quickly transformed itself into something entirely different. I love it. I hope you do too.
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