Such a splendor of simplicity
she is joyous to be
with herself or you or me
she would often sit with us or be
Happy, all that glee of her eyes, oh how she can see
the truer nature of both you and me
-E
Beauty in words.
Thank you so much.
May I share a poem?
Old Bird
Dedicated to the Rickeybird, and to Old Birds everywhere, and to the people who love them.
Old Bird. My bird. My bird, forever.
Time finds such meaning in our time together.
Mi vínculo con la Verdad (My link to the Truth).
And to Nature. And to youth.
And age.
And ages.
We have both had cages...
Of work and wages, loss and rages, dark back stages.
But we've turned the pages.
We've cut through the mystery.
Of life, love and history.
For us, it's just chemistry.
This morning, you greeted the dawn with your usual screams. Animation, jubilation, exultation!
Mid-day, I caught you in an unexpected nap. It's late afternoon now. Need another quick rest, my little rooster?
Someday our play here will draw closed its curtain.
We'll stay together, though. Somehow I'm certain.
That's what Eternity's for!
Old Bird. My Bird. My Bird Forever.
