The beauty of gray
I never noticed until
the other day I saw
this mockingbird,
a quiet beauty in gray,
on the bare limb
of a dogwood tree,
peer down through snow
and scold below
a Maine Coon cat,
a jungle of fur in gray,
sitting and staring at
a feast that will never be,
the two of them a watercolor
in the quiet beauty of gray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it. So many things we let pass unnoticed that have more beauty than we can imagine. I've always thought starlings were ugly birds, but recently saw some close up on my bird feeders and they really have all kinds of colors in their feathers.
I have been watching starlings as well and have mixed emotions except when I realize we all have to eat and when they come to the feeder, it's gangbusters.