My Feathered Friends
Recently on the
news there was talk of, first a cat then a dog, both always right in predicting
the final hours of a persons life. Before this I followed the many rescues
performed by animals. Even here locally people have expressed their sentiments
to pet behavior bordering on miraculous but definitely in the incredible. I wanted
to do a study of animal psychology because of the closeness I always had with
animals and the marvels in their behavior. Alas, no study is necessary; I
believe that closer observation of the animals will reveal the glories they
bring.
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My Feathered Friends My
sister told me look deeper to find Yesterday’s
attack may be a blessing of a kind Feathered
black villains swooping from the skies Each
one could be bearing blessings in disguise And
I thought of its authenticity These
pecks frightened but never hurt me How
come they chose me, venturing so near Egging
me on with no apparent fear Really
only meaning to say hello Eager
to deliver a message they wanted me to know Days
past, years gone, now I finally understand Found
a revelation after they touched my right hand Remembering
my previous night in paralyzing pain I
hoped that walk would make my hand better again Every
since I was a boy I interpreted them wrong Now
I believe my feathered friends offer more than a song Delightful
whistles and chirps are their gestures to me Signaling
their delivery of Divine homeopathy |
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