Composed 4/9/14
Description: (Day 9 of NaPoWriMo) On my long walk back from class this morning I was struck by the multitude of chattering birds I heard (most noticeably a woodpecker I have been searching for for sometime). It has always interested me how we can hear birds so easily, but, when we look for them, many times it’s hard to see them, to figure out where they are. I guess they’re like God in that way…
They slip through branches and air
Watching like the eyes of God
Their voices bring us His melody
But when we look for the source of their calls
We cannot find them in the trees or sky
And soon we filter out their voices
And forget they watch in skies above
And isn’t life less beautiful
When we don’t have birdsong
Scraps of Paper 