Dinosaurs are Birds not Reptiles.
2. “Not even a Sparrow falls apart from the Father.” (Matthew 10:29)
3. Though this has its funny aspects it's not satire, it's true.


God was in a joyous mood
When He created Birds!
That fifth yom He went feather-wild!
Heaps of herds and hoards of Birds.

From Mountains high to Oceans blue.
This World was theirs, forever so!
Eternal-Now was all they knew!
And it was all that they COULD know!


They roared and danced
And sung and pranced,
Became enhanced;
And grew and GREW
And GREW and GREW!


They shrieked in glee!
(Pure wild! Pure free!)
Lept to to the thundering, cloudy skies
They seized the sparkling blue!


For sixty-million, dragon years
They tended their young
And ruled the skies!
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Gazed calmly with unknowing eyes!


One moment live, the next one, dead!
(To think such rocks still out there: Dread!!!!)
In Just one breath most Birds were GONE!!!
But Mammals lived and carried on!



Then along came Humanity,
With our Divine Insanity.
0ur Crazy-Dream that
Death could DIE!!
But is that silly, really?
Really, really silly?
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So we grew up in ALL WAYS into Christ.
Lost our meanness, became nice!
And We built Ourselves a Treasure-Square!
All of life and love are there!


Though the stars contract
And the Cosmos cracks
The worlds shrink back
And the atoms snap!
And the Big Crunch wins
Inside that Cube we live as Kings!


Covered in millions of flashing jewels!
Nothing and never is anything cruel!
Kindness and Joy, Logic and Love,
Always, always, ALWAYS the rule!


With every environment wild or tame
From Bedford Falls to Istanblane
Anything that you could want!
From Gems and gold to Elephants!


We grew up in All Ways Into The Word,*
Who vowed that not one, Single Bird
Would fall apart,
From His gentle Mind
And His Gracious Heart!*

(Now remember: Sixty-million years of them!)

So! Angel’s choir practice: Session One.
A T-Rex joins in! Ain't that fun?!
Admiring a verdant Forest?
Here scurries a flock of Apatosaurus's!



My mansion shouldn’t be for Birds!!
For herds and Hoards and flocks of Birds!
I don’t mean to fuss or rage,
But is this Heaven or a Big Bird Cage?!

Night and day, traffic

rustles around the silence --


of the park, the eye.

Yesterday
while walking my dog
At the park
I saw a tall drink of water
A Winsome man who put us at ease
He’s saying his music to the air in trees
A genuine cowboy
From head to toe,

A cowboy hat, boots,Wrangler jeans
a rodeo belt buckle
Gave me a chuckle he sat
in a chair under a yonder, shade tree,
I saw him before he saw me

I mention if he sat there long enough,
He just might see
Eagles, hawks and a vultures or two
His slow reply
“ all I’ve seen so far
is a dog I once knew”

Lean back in his chair,
relaxing there contemplating
the morning view 7:42 am
By the time we finish our walk,
he was gone his melody, his song
still linger from the tips of his fingers

Today, sitting on a picnic table
The cowboy young and able
guitar in hand singing his music, he took a stand
(sundown by Gordon Lightfoot 1974)
“Strumming my face with his fingers
Singing in my whole life with this song”
like he was part of a country band

The minute we got out of the car he stopped,
Pulled his guitar down
I smiled when I spoke half in a joke
I had hoped  for a serenader or two
He looked up
Tipped his hat with a gleam in his eye
You were were you
as we walked by

Halfway down the trail,
I can hear him
strumming his guitar had much to say
Not singing just playing away

The soothing country, music,
gracefully in the air
birds, squirrels,  deer
Far and near
animals big and small everywhere paused
Ears went up twitching animals in awe
for a moment
to take in the one man band
As more people arrived for their daily walkabout

Simply honest, not to deceive
The cowboy quietly got up to leave
A Solitary man


Inspired song

1)Solitary man  (April 1966)
By Neil Diamond

2)Killing me softly 1973
By Roberta Flack

BLT Webster’s Word of the day challenge
Winsome  8-8-25
Windsome describes people and things that are cheerful, pleasant, and appealing

Sunday is a day of rest
when you work at home to make it the best

Sunday is a day of peace
but in pointless wars killing does not cease

Sunday is a day to recover
from one too many drinks plus another

Sunday is laying late in bed
but the kids ned to be washed and fed

Sunday is a walk in the park
with thousands of others, it's best after dark

Sunday is family time
that you spend in the company of partners in crime

Sunday what more can I say
a day of rest before another working day

There is no service,

the terrace serves us itself --


As a meeting place.

Like a Pool Frog
at a dry river bed.
Like the flow
of a water garden
in the dry season.
I am stilled.
I am struck dumb.
I am Walpoled.

I was sitting on a bench,
in a quiet place , a cemetery,
but also a park
where people come to walk,
to jog, to breathe.

Then I saw it,
a pigeon flying down from a tree.
It walked softly on the ground,
its feathers glowing in the morning light.
Black wings,
white chest,
purple and black neck,
white tail,
and feet covered with white feathers.

So beautiful.
I didn’t say it out loud,
but in my heart I admired it.

And then
it looked at me.
Really looked.

And to my surprise,
it flew to me.
Landed on the bench,
right next to me.
Its claws held the metal tightly.
It stared
those red eyes moving,
like it was trying to understand me
from every angle.

It came closer.
And for a second,
I felt something between us.
Our eyes met
and stayed.

Then, quietly,
it flew away.

I don’t know what it was.

Was it God,
answering my silent thoughts?
Or the universe,
reminding me that we are all connected?

It felt like love
but not the kind we see in movies.

No hands.
No words.
Just a moment between a human and a bird.
Real.
Quiet.
Sacred.

Maybe love is like that sometimes
not between lovers,
but between souls.
No need for shape or name.
Just presence.

I sat upon a fashioned stump
Where birds and bugs all ducked and dived;
Stuck on the stump before a ****
And wondering which to hide.

A smear of veg before me spreads
As far as the mind can see;
And dazzling flowers all nod their heads,
And all of them smile at me.

Then the birds, the birds all sing their song,
And the rest can buzz and dance along,
So I know that really it can’t be long
‘Till everything’s smiling at me.

But the buzz and the song -
Oh, where had they gone?
And those flowers -
How they smiled at me!

A dog of curly black, puffs of white from it's lips
Followed in a tether, two folks of kin washed in a dew lit sun