Birds

Bird Watching

The hours slip like feathered things
We hold them close but still they go
If time could open up its wings
Would we let it fly or hold on slow

The Early Bird Gets the Bird

First wings wake before the sun
They move where morning still is blurred
The ones who rise with hunger burn
Are fed by what they chase and learn

Catch of the Day

The water keeps what we cant name
It lifts and breaks then turns to song
We reach for what we think we claim
Then learn we only pass along