The bird stood on the sidewalk
red feet bright in the sun
to ward off the cold
thinking of winter
of the lack of food
but he was happy
in spite of what was coming
because he was free
no cage held him
he would live or die
on his own
This post is a collaboration:
lovely picture by Paul Militaru
and wonderful poem by Gigi
peace prevails on trails
sunbeams stretch to stifle darkness
silence speaks volumes
November is the month of the glorious Jacaranda.
Wishing you all a great week filled with love and happiness!
- Joyful is the song in
Cantata in D major
Across the landscape
New vision of the world
Days of bliss and harmony ahead
As we reach out to each other with love and respect
©2015 Irina Dimitric
I like to sit in her lap
her warm fingers in my fur.
Sometimes I tease her and pull away and lick myself
and pretend I’m too busy.
When the master comes home he too likes to play.
His rough paws toss me into the flower bed.
I feel my bones may break but she pleas to him
“come here” while I hide in the garden
chasing lizards and winged things.
I can see her kneel down and he yanks her hair and
slaps the dewdrops streaming from her eyes.
I don’t understand the games my people play.
When it’s done he washes his rusty nailbeds
and says he’s sorry, he had a bad day.
Photo by Heart