up there high in the sky singing a song
of what it sees.
do you see what the songbird sees?
Can you feel the wind as it whips the trees
shaking the very song of the songbird?
blinded by the gray that
flows like water from the sky
drawing the sound of the song
the melancholy echos not the same
as the sound recreated
as we chase snowflakes that
formed from the shattered
sound of the songbird
empty on the ground.
Are we victims now?
of the shattered lost
of the snow bird song?
I spent a day in the winter photographing the birds in my parents back yard, have you ever done that?