Birds diving
catch my eye.
towards my window
from the sky.
What pulls them
like a magnet there?
To their demise
Is it fear?
I try to watch,
impassively
but look aside
can’t help but care.
I wonder at the
news today
bombings, killings
lives are sheared
And why it happens
who’s to gain?
While birds slam
into reflections.
A moving and thoughtful word on both the beauty of life in the birds and the tragedy of death. The last line is powerful.
Thanks Paul!
I appreciate the appreciation!
Don’t know how you found that poem…it’s from my first half marathon in 2014…I forgot all about it…but pulled it up and looked at it now. So thanks again!
Harvey
ps: I see that you finished the full marathon!
Congratulations!