oliver 2d
i saw a bird this morning.
i looked into her eyes
and saw myself
in her heart.
Sunny 3d
Dog
They’re furry
They’re fluffy
I often find myself rubbing their tummies
I think they’re better than bunnies
Cats scratch my couches
And Birds just end up in my pouches
That’s why I’m going to the pound
And I’ll ignore the ones fooling around
The one I want, the dog I’ll get
That will be one I won’t forget
Kaumudi 3d
Feel so excited by inside
Look so calm on outside
What's happening to me

Your entrance in the room
Drives away all my gloom
What a pleasant view to see

Oh please lock me in your love's cage
Cast your magic that will last irrespective of age
Let me be a bird trapped who still feels free.
Writing this for the sake of no one.
©2018, Love Locked by Kaumudi.
The melancholy eyes of departing,
The lingering taste of love’s last kiss.
To the skies I've been sentenced and
In the soil you've been left, softly sprouting.

Oh, what I would do, to spread my roots
There next to you.
Our petals caress with love unstressed
And our leaves would collect the morning dew.

But I’ve been plucked,
Snatched in the claws of the bird!
Cast to flight, cursed to explore
A life without you that must be endured.

Upwards dragged but eyes cast down,
Drinking in the sights of her last frown.
The wind pulls me clean, and I see
The last of that morning's dew
Falling with a shimmering gleam.
Nazanin 3d
All that you have ever known
all that you have ever been

Suddenly becomes unknown

as the reality lurks in

Darkness was too appealing
for the empty soul I own
Lil bird, who lost her home, before her eyes in a storm
"Hey lil bird fly away home
The house is on fire
Children are alone"
Asami 4d
From the sky everything looks grand
So the little bird decided to land

A lot of people are walking around
Why do they look lonely even though they're in a crowd

Head tilting in confusion till it's almost upside down
Wonder if humans made sense to it now
Stumbling
Weary voices screaming soft and slow
A whine

How am I to understand

Gulls and shrieking colonies
Have never opened up to me
I can't divide the hurtle of millions
Into the movement of one head here
A feather there
And mouths agape for more

Cram a colony inside my head
Bursting with busy, covered in crap

Do you wonder now
Why I cry myself to sleep
Why I dread the light of morning
Why I stare into the void.

I can't escape it. A million miles of progress twisted into half a cup of brain.
And not in order, either.

All's a mess within.

So how am I to understand
How am I to live
Vaguely, I suppose.
Bee 7d
Every morning I
jump out of an airplane with
out a parachute:

Swallows Starlings and
Ancient Sparrows caress Me
through Mt. Everest,

Humming Magpie’s hang
on to my fingertips past
Burj Khalifa in Dubai.

Plummeting over
the lark’s meadow the loon’s lake
and today seems small.

Fifteen-thousand feet
holds the rebirth of rubber
band resiliency,

Chant with my feathers
now bound to tumbling shoulder
blades like holy fowl.

Destiny a grail
all-embracing imminent
possibilities.

Morning endures as
I ascend our reflecting clouds
“Today is the day”.
Bee 7d
It’s been raining for 22 days straight and I
couldn’t tell you why the evergreens weep like
they do but if you must, the skies ravens are
bellowing what they’ve witnessed in a song we
will never understand and will endlessly hear.

Feathered armor protects the branches that starkly
plead for handfuls of the sponge-clouds above.
Why don’t we listen to the warning calls
of the floods coming from God’s eyes?

The sticky moss resting on the north side of the
rusty hemlocks will tell you, the record is 55 days
since they’ve seen the sun---a dialect less penetrating
than the all-too-inviting cries that echo the woodlands.

Whispers of the breeze flowing through the trees
are not enough to overcome this tempest that is steeping
slowly and surely the habit of nature will wash its face
clean of any inadequacies.  Now, if you told me

it rained here over half the year, I’d believe you.
Not just because it’s the Pacific Northwest, but because
I’ve witnessed the consistency of the pure quietude, of the
circling crows that count every beat and divide every lap.
Their dependable vantage forecasts any storm.
I always dreamed of being a bird
Flyingn high into the sky
With no cares in the world
I wanted to fly from all the chaos
To be free..
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