Showing posts with label birds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birds. Show all posts
Friday, April 24, 2015
240. Ava and Miriam
When the red shoes went missing, the blue chair stayed still. A yellow bird cheeped in a cage by the sill. What does life mean beyond the song? Miriam is white, and Ava is brown, and they wear the same color gown. They mourn the loss of the red shoes, they move the blue chair, and--ah!--the red shoes, there all along. What does life mean beyond the song?
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hans ostrom 2015
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
164. Robins and the Cause of Justice
Every year I forget how yellow the robins' beaks are until the robins reappear in March. And of course robins' breasts aren't red. They are orange.
For decades, I've been watching robins turn their heads to detect red worms under grass, and I still don't know if they are turning their heads to look or to listen or both. It's almost like I don't want to know the answer to the question.
Every year the bright yellow of the beaks is like the latest worm: actual and fresh.
How does such a detail advance the cause of justice on Earth?
For decades, I've been watching robins turn their heads to detect red worms under grass, and I still don't know if they are turning their heads to look or to listen or both. It's almost like I don't want to know the answer to the question.
Every year the bright yellow of the beaks is like the latest worm: actual and fresh.
How does such a detail advance the cause of justice on Earth?
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