Little bird with a big voice
to whom do you call?
Flying free from tree to tree
your song beckons to me.
I follow, seeking to understand
the message of your song.
I do not know your name
I cannot capture your beauty
even in the frame of my camera.
Yet your call still echoes
and I follow.
A call of joy, of loneliness
of yearning, of peace, of freedom.
Mar 22, 2012 @ 15:14:54
Little bird with a big voice – that’s nice.
Mar 22, 2012 @ 15:16:07
Any clue what the bird might be? I’ll try to make it closer and post it on Facebook.
Mar 22, 2012 @ 18:39:28
What a sweet poem, Lisa. I especially love the title!
Hugs,
Kathy
Mar 22, 2012 @ 20:20:52
Thanks Kathy, the title came to me as I was trying to keep up with the bird to get a picture.
Mar 22, 2012 @ 23:24:10
Birds. They drive me crazy, too. I wish I knew more about them.
Mar 23, 2012 @ 06:56:43
I find them fascinating,even when they drive me crazy. I would like to know what each bird is, but then I wonder what difference does it really make. I mean, how does naming a bird make it more beautiful?