Jeff's Journal

There is a cacophony of tweets,

   screeches, cackles, chirps

   and clicks emanating from

   "the birds of the air,"

   doing their airborne dance

   for me under pillow clouded

   blue skies.

Purple  finches claim their perch

   ready to partake of the feast

   which has been prepared for them.

Stunningly bright red cardinals and their

   muted mates, eat from the servings of

   safflower presented for their  delight

   and bodily nourishment.

Periwinkle blue jays aggressively seek

   a place at the feeder, temporarily

   terrifying those of lesser girth.

Stout blackbirds and plump doves

   find a ground buffet in the spillage

   from the tiny feeders above them.

A male redbird glides from the top of

  one leafless tree into the top of a

   green pine fifty yards away.

Each take their turn drinking

   from the bird bath prepared

   with fresh water in the cool

   of the early morning.

There is constant fluttering,

   flapping and hovering.

   Winged wonders, God's

   marvelous creatures,

   live their day, knowing

   only that when the man

   comes to the feeders

   there will be more food.

Winged blessings,

   forever a sign of joy and hope.

Moving to the deeper places,

Jeff