On being a bird

Robin Redbreast fluffed his feathers

and looked at me from the corner of his shiny bright eye.

I hardly breathed as I adjusted my focus

to capture his beauty

before he hopped out of the picture

and then flew away.

It's always worth looking up.

Do the birds say the same about looking down?

I wonder what it feels like to sit high up upon a tree?

Knowing that if the wind blows hard

to shake their branch

they can fly away.

How lovely to be a bird

and not ask when or how or why!