A simple act in nature can set off a revolution…
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
The Brown Bird Song
I watched the brown bird take shelter,
after warbling, I like to believe,
just for me; a shining performance, really.
It sang with great joy, calling out a new day, and
I, in turn, wanted stand up
and bird-sing back to it: that
if I could dedicate my life to something greater than myself,
it would be you.
I lost my resolve
when the orange and black cat scrambled up the tree after it.
Life’s design is that, though there is beauty
in the everyday, the everyday is
still part of the hunt,
Always a revelation to me,
in review of the world,
that a revolution may start with a birdsong, but
end up as a no win