Birds on a Wire - 2

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Part 2 of the 2 part series

Updated 03/16/2021
Created 11/14/2003
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Being young      
is that a fault?
when the words flow in the ether
that little bird trills
Auras have a away of showing
One to the other and touching
        do birds feel that        
The reason they fly away
when One comes close

stay awhile and hold out your hand        
before the red cardinal comes
        close to pick the seeds      
from ones hand  

Pecks the flesh and eats
        Bones they are and bones will become        
Some call them vultures
some call them carrion
        I think the crimson dripping is life's essence      
and it colors the skies as the world renews itself
        Gaia sings      

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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
THE ART OF RENEWING

the birds are not involved. TK U MLJ LV NV

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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For THAT you did it over? Should have just done an EDIT.

The male cardinal may be symbolic blood, but it's also a more inviting target {as are many male birds} with its brilliant plumage, distracting predators away from females.

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