Bbirds Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Walking out my back door, headed to the woods
Two bluebirds serenading in harmonious bliss
Walking into the forest border, a pair of bluejays
Dodging and screeching, thrilled by their dance
Deeper in toward the dense, cypress swamp
A parliament of owls conversing in rhythm
Between bare trees and cypress folds
Approaching a stream, staring breathless
A blue heron, frozen, statuesque in the run
Walking out of the forest back toward home
Crossing the border of a corn field and pasture
Hundreds of crows, cawing in clouds of cacophony
Confusion and misdirection, soon they left
As I was walking slowly back down the lane
In silence, knowing nothing, yet feeling everything