Monday, July 19, 2010

Early Morning

Early morning walking
Along Bellamy road
Near the tall buildings
It is quiet
Until you bend the corner
To cedar brae drive
Under medium trees
That bares no fruit
But they are there
For some reason
For the birds that perch
In flocks of many
Like a colourful choir
Singing a melodious chorus
cheerfully chirping
in discipline sequence.
And as soon as the body
Makes that turn
swings to the corner bend
They rise
With high, pitch voices
And wings extending to fly
Hovering among the clouds
Landing calmly
As they see me moving
Away from their home
Going to my own

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