The Birds

The birds, the birds make such a concert outside my window. Something too tiny to see is chirping, chirping. The doves are warming up for the day. A woodpecker pounds away on a power pole. The roadrunners bark occasionally. Above the wet grass the cliff swallows circle and dive in silence. Breakfast is better than singing.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

1 thought on “The Birds”

  1. We could learn from the birds.
    We could learn to be joyful every morning,
    to rise singing at the top of our voices.
    We could learn to fly through our mornings,
    to eat only as needed,
    to enjoy each moment as it comes.

    We could learn a few things from the birds.

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