He sits quietly watching,
Breathing in the silence like the morning breeze,
His eyes dart from point to point,
The moment comes, and he breaks,
Like a small white and gray bullet, he takes the sky,
Landing on the feeder’s edge to take a seed.
Then he pauses for a beat,
Basking in the newborn light,
Perhaps feeling life in all its complex beauty,
Before swiftly disappearing into the morning mist.
It’s the common birds that bring me joy,
The Sparrow and Cardinal,
The Chickadee and Nuthatch,
Each coming and going,
The same birds every day.
With each morning visit, they bring rhythm and balance,
They are not mundane, each with their own personalities,
Surviving and even sometimes thriving in the cold winter months.
Like old friends returning again and again,
Especially in a time when there are the few welcome visitors,
They are a sight for lonely eyes.
-James D. Vespoli