Dr Abe V Rotor
Birds (16" 28") painting in acrylic by the author 2012
They chirp, but you don't see them,
only leaves moving, rustling;
their becks red, their eyes sullen,
and they blend with everything.
When you get near to admire,
they shun, they stop moving,
silence the rule of their game,
discreet and subtle warning.
Birds are indeed real strange,
they fly fast or sit at ease;
they sing with few notes to trace,
like passing breeze in the trees. ~
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