I watch you
Hoping around the twigs
Hanging upside down
From the tiniest sliver of wood
Light and carefree
Yet obviously well fed
Beautiful colors
Lovely song
“Be more like the birds
They don’t worry”, I think
How can I when my bones
Are not filled with air
But of heavy marrow?
Heavy with duty and plans
Weighed down with projects
Slighted by calendar dates
And numbers that don’t add up
My human flight drags by
Day to day, no bouncing here
But a determined searching
Looking for morsels to feed the spirit
Think like a bird-
I could be one-
Is it the state of mind that matters?
Or the transformation?
And when do the two become one?
Mind and matter
Flight and fancy
Living and alive
We are cousins little bird
As you hop around the maple
Barren of summer leaves
I watch and learn
My untamed past stirs in the blood
Reminding me of the origins
Forcing breath of life into
The marrow that weighs me down
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shannon p. laws 
excellent personification of birds !!!
Lovely comparison
Think like a bird-
I could be one-
Is it the state of mind that matters?
Or the transformation?
Loved this verse !!!
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