FortuneTeller

People didn’t care

Just like with the Nightingale

The dead bird outside Starbucks

Didn’t warrant consideration

His feathers mottled by hot pavement

I felt

Bad I hadn’t noticed at first

But I’d been watching you walk

And recalling the depth of your coffee eyes

Whom of us lovers, has time

For dead birds

Finally a man thinks he’s brave to kick

Feathered corpse off to the side

Indicative of these times

I thought of the Happy Prince

Giving away his gold and jewel eyes

Enlisting a little bird to pluck

His riches to give to the poor

How I read that in school sitting

Elbow to elbow with sloe eyed kids who

Scratched their dry elbows raw

And the very same week we came across a dead bird

Its grave still beneath the weeping willow

Fastened by a Palm Sunday cross we’d kept unbroken in a book

Where children learn almost by hook and rook

Whether to practice compassion

Or not

I said to you; Oh look, it’s a poor dead bird

I wonder why it died? As if flung from the sky

And your eyes were hurt just as I knew they would

Because you are a grown child

I’d be bound to love

And we’d bury birds together

In every place they fell

Even if only a few care

Beginning in the playground

Watch them

Children will show you

Their future character.

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12 thoughts on “FortuneTeller

  1. Love, compassion, kindness, empathy, sympathy for all which has life or has run out of life and it’s energy and spirit, like stardust floated to it’s new home. I think the lesson you’re teaching is lovely. ❤ I wish more and more will follow your lead. I pick up insects, flying or otherwise, either already in stardust or about to learn our Earth, gently … and then place it under a tree, flower or bush on the grass for it's physical body's resting place, where it belongs. Regarding all that lives is a lesson many adults are struggling with, teaching your children, teaching all children that it's a way of life, that's how we change not only our world, but our perception, our beliefs and grow our hearts. It's all love. I adored this. ❤ Thank you for sharing. ❤ Kimba

  2. Reminds me of a Beatles song
    “Blackbird singing in the dead of night
    Take these broken wings and learn to fly
    All your life
    You were only waiting for this moment to arise…”

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