Posted in Nature Poetry, Wildlife Photography

What Must Birds Think of Us?

What must birds think of us?
Rushing from one place to the next,
Always in a hurry,
Never once basking in the sun.

What must birds think of us?
So careless,
Yet so precise,
Hardly considered what other creatures need.

What must birds think of us?
Some feeding them,
Some loving them,
But all never genuinely understanding them.

What must birds think of us?
When we destroy their forest homes,
Only to build houses,
And plant new trees.

What must birds think of us?
How wonderful,
How dangerous,
How odd must we seem?

Posted in Nature Poetry, Wildlife Photography

An Osprey at Sunset

Atop the cliff he stands,
Sharp eyes piercing the waves,
Like a spark, he takes to the sky.

Plummeting toward the sea graceful and precise,
He plunges in talons first,
Grasping the helpless fluke in his icy clutches.

Then just as swiftly as he struck,
He flys toward the horizon,
As the Maine sun slowly sets into night.

Posted in Nature Photography, Nature Poetry

Free as the Blossoms that Blow

Flee my friends,
Old and new,
To the land of towering pines,
And crystal clear lakes.

The land of swooping swallows,
And tranquil summer wind,
That sweeps like velvet across the amber sunsets.

Flee my friends,
To where silence reigns,
A place where peace has domain.

We have survived the cold and snow,
Where winters icy wind did blow,
And now in springs mystic light, we stand,
So let us go to that promised land.

Flee my friends,
Wake up your souls,
Let them be free,
Like the pink blossoms that blow.