I have all these bird feeders about. You see, I’m a bit of a bird woman (not one of those ones who feed pigeons in parks…not yet, not today)
I love birds, their appearing,
right there, then dashing off.
Oh come back, you just arrived,
And then they would.
He continues to stand, hands held out, still.
I make sure the feeders are full. Always having seed on hand.
I yell at pesky squirrels.
They don’t listen; it’s a battle I continue in mock disgust.
He knows they will come, believing they can hear his voice and understand the inner quiet hopes of a 10 year old boy.
No restraints, the sky really is their limit. They live the dreams of children, to fly.
High. Haven’t we all, dreamed those dreams of freedom? To be above looking down, to see the big picture, carefree?
He is grounded, not moving. No wings. No need for the big picture, he has now.
I watch, through the window. He stands out on the front lawn, motionless. Beautiful.
Please, please……just fly down and feed from his hands today. He’s been waiting for you. He is loyal. Yet the birds fly past him so he tells himself a story as to why they didn’t visit today, a story that ends with, maybe tomorrow.
I watch and learn. His patience and his dreams for a world connected by hope for all the tomorrows hint at more than I can see.
Of all the feeders I have, he is my favourite.
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