Breakfast Time Poem by Cigeng Zhang
Breakfast Time
There is callow bird
Singing in my kitchen's flue
Attracted by the crisp sound
I squat down under the flue
Listening to the little bird
I forget to cook my food
Aha! - Nothing prepared
I taste the sweet bosom friend
Really nice poem, birdsong can be really engrossing to our ears.
I am very glad you also hear the birdsong in my little poem. Thank you Christopher.
In the church I attend there has been a recent emphasis on fasting.The purpose is to decrease ordinary habitual action to free the mind for prayer. In your poem I find a similar mental freedom: instead of a routine breakfast you followed the bird's song and it became a summons to something lovely and extraordinary. As if you were like John Keats following the sound of the nightingale. There's magic in such listening.
Sometimes nature beauty and lively wildlife make us forget ourselves. Thank you Daniel for sharing your nice comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 3:15:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful write. Nature calling and your heart responds. There is zen in this piece.
So true, little birds bring us the world of very Zen. Thank you Kwai Chee.