Tag: thunderstorms

Compassionate Front

On By Piano girl2 Comments

I closely observed them

Groups of two, three, four,
and so on, in a variety of
interesting shapes and sizes

Like families…
Some groups were secluded,
while others gathered close

I smiled, as they seemed
to act out stories
encouraging imagination

And play in childhood
games of hide-and-seek,
chase, and charades

Individuals also
stood on the outskirts,
no apparent family

Once noticed and invited,
They happily joined
the ongoing festivities

They are all part of the same sky

Suddenly, the groups
converged, and a
storm began to brew

Disagreements tossed
like lightning bolts
Grumblings rolled
into thunder claps

Until the rain began to fall-
Cleansing rain, like tears
quietly saying, I’m sorry

Repairing and renewing,
returning to their unique front
with restored compassion

Like the peace following a
thunderstorm, may we allow
our tears to cleanse our hearts

Happy 250th birthday, America! May we return to the strength found in compassion. ❤️🤍💙🕊️

Bird Watching

On By Piano girl4 Comments

Looks as if
You strayed
Too far from
Your nest
Frantic chirps
Both yours
And your mothers
Served as a clue
Hard to spot
In the leaves
Of the shrub
Outside my window
But there you were
And mom not
Too far away
She brought you
A worm, twice
Full Stomach
Left you quiet
Slowly blinking
Sleepy eyes-
When I checked later
You were gone

Yesterday, I heard chirping outside my window. A female cardinal flew in and out of our front bed. But the chirping remained even when mom was gone. After some quiet watching, I noticed a baby in one of the bushes.

I’m not sure if birds get sweaty, but this baby looked ruffled. The small tuft on top of the head was like a toddler waking up from a nap. The temperature was above one hundred at the time.

Later in the afternoon, the baby bird was gone.

Early in the evening, we had a surprise thunderstorm. A welcomed relief from the heat. But there were strong winds and hail. I wondered about the little family of cardinals, especially the baby.

Walking into the kitchen this morning, I noticed a male cardinal sitting on a feeder. Hmmm…a quick investigation revealed that sweet baby. Now sitting on a low tree branch.

Looks like I might just be a bird watcher for the day.