There are some birds outside
I've fed for many years.
Generations have gone by
You'd think they'd lose their fears.
But still they fly away
When I suddenly appear.
If they should look my way
The flock takes off in fear.
Old stories I have heard
Of hermits living lone
Who have for friend a bird
But all my birds have flown.
At morn when I arise from sleep
I hear them cheep outside.
I know they hear me as I creep
Because from me they hide.
I see them peeping out at me
From the juniper bush.
I wonder what they think they see
As I fill up their dish.
Some blunderer with a bag of seeds
Who spills them like a fool;
Or else some god who sees their needs
And lives by some gilt rule?
I myself don't really know
Why for them I care.
Yet'n summer's heat or winter's snow,
I love to see them there.
Musical verses telling about the unspoken suspicion ob the birds (animals) against men and the feelings of the poet as to how he could reconcile them with him. Does the poet foresee that this day is coming soon, before the collapse of Nature? Thanks dear poet, Paul C. Maybury Jr. ..... Joseph Josephides Member of the International Society of Poets (ISP) Intern.Library of Poetry awarded
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and enrapturing poem. I read with pleasure.