The Eyes Have It!

One morning a small bird perched in a tree opened its eyes at daybreak, parted his beak and began to sing...

 

"Tweeeeet!"

 

It began with Tweet and went on like that, for a while... Little bird one, could really sing! 

 

His story goes... 

 

"Tweet... "

 

"Up...

Beyond 

The 

Hill...

 

Yonder...

Lies 

The

Valley...  

 

So, 

Deep...

 

My heart 

Goes 

There, 

Awandering...

 

'Round

And,

'Round...

 

Rhythms

Always

Speak..."

 

"...Tweet!"

 

Soon, another bird opened its tiny eyes and its little beak and sang a different daybreak song... 

 

His story goes...

 

"Tweeeet! Tweet..."

 

"I have longed, 

For 

The sun 

To shine,

 

And, this...

Cloudless, 

Near perfect 

Day...

 

The 

Dew 

Is on 

The crickets...

 

I hear 

Them

Chirp 

Away...

 

I'd love 

To 

Catch 

Them...

 

Whilst

They 

Do there

Play... 

 

But, deep

Within 

The

Brush...

 

Little 

Crickets 

Hide in

Thickets...

 

Not, 

The 

Tiny

Bush..."

 

"...Tweet! Tweet!"

 

A third little bird, who sat on his limb awake, had heard the other two and the crickets, but he remained silent. Things were very different for him. 

 

His story goes... Silent!

 

On that day, a sad song was in his heart, nary a warble could escape his throat! What his heart felt was more a 'mourning' song, at the break of day!

 

Strummings... within him were notes, forlorn... it gripped and kept his eyes, closed... and his beak, still and thin!

 

The dry summer grasses, rushed over him in his quiet reverie, with shhhhh, shhhhh sounds... sea grasses can whisper such, to reach a life within!

 

Contemplation is born that way! Little bird knew that, as his contemplations occurred, again...day by day!

 

Rustling grass would echo off the canyon at nightfall, then the dawn again, would break!  "Shhhhh..." would whisper, at the rushings... "Shhhhh," as it traveled, through the trees... 

 

Sound bounces off the grit... moves inevitably, toward the sea... little bird three had a missive...To be one with life, "help me," he called in silence, "please!"

 

On this day, deeply aware of those movements in sand, grass, tree and sky... little bird three, within minutes, forgot he was sad, and let his melancholia...fly free!

 

He had stirrings 'bout God and man, earth and birds, wherever they might be!

 

For reasons unknown... with such stirrings, he always felt that special need... "Wing tips... arise!"

 

Lifting his eyes and wings to try, again, at life... He no longer contemplated his sadness from the tree!

 

But, then suddenly... He stopped, he heard... An open, plaintive, oh, so chilling plea!

 

"Ekkkkkk!  

Weakkkkk!"

 

"Tweet! Tweet! Tweet..." Little third bird, a Lark, finally mumbled his surprise...

 

"Tweet!"

 

"I love to sing

The morning 

Songs, 

 

They drift 

And, break...

... My way!

 

But, 

Something,

Near, here...

 

Keeps me

Sad, in

Thought...

 

Something,

Surely is 

Astray..."

 

"...Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!"

 

"Startles in 

My heart,

Now...

 

Beat

On,

Now...

 

Friends

Are gone,

Away...

 

So, soon,

I'll lift

A spirit...

 

That sits on me!

Heavily...

Today.

 

But, now...

It asks me...

To pray!"

 

"Tweet! Tweet! Tweet..."

 

Yes, there are 

Some tugs, 

One must always obey!

 

Little bird continued... 

 

"Tweet! 

 Tweet! 

 Tweet!

 Tweet!"

 

It goes,

 

"Yonder, 

Is the 

Broken

Dawn, 

 

Now... 

I

Must 

Arise, 

 

My 

Heart, 

To 

Greet...

 

The 

Winds

Of 

Change,

 

Still,

Within me

My

Chanting...

 

'Fly, Fly...

Flying straight

To my Sun,

I must arise!

 

I'll go high

Enough...

We'll

Meet!'

 

I rise!

 

...Go high 

Enough,

We'll

Meet..."

 

"Tweet! 

 Tweet! 

 Tweet!

 Tweet!"

 

The little Lark, sang his song, his special way...closing the blackness in his eye!

 

Blinking back his sorrow, the cry...echoing inside. So much strummed in his heart... that day!

 

Contemplation flew, as it didn't have so much to say...it would do that, now and again...for it was fickle,

Contemplations never stay!

 

Little bird 

Felt taciturn,

Looked up... 

Received 

The winds... 

So brisk!

 

With the glint 

In his eye...

Little bird saw...

The sun 

Had popped! 

A cloud 

Had puffed,

Into the 

Wind and mist!

 

Then, he sighed... 

 

For, little bird 

Saw...Huge

Talons, 

Gripping a thing,

That squirmed!

Something helpless, 

Cried...and, 

Lark's little 

Heart, burned!

 

A mouse, 

Limp, 

Not yet lifeless.

So small...

Its color,

Silver-Gray!

 

Its fate

Seemed

Sealed,

In the

Talons'

Grasp...

 

That 

Firm

Hold...

Would

Surely

Stay!

 

"Ekkkk,

Weakkkkk!"

It gasped...

 

Poor little mouse, alas, closed sad eyes. Food for one, it knew, on its very last day.

 

Eagle saw the little Lark, perched, on that solid branch...he'd crossed the eagle's gaze.  But 8 eyes joined to witness the others, 6 birds sat still, 1 flew, 12 eyes looked amazed!

 

But, just four birds, held fast!  

 

One left...

Three pairs, 

Six eyes... 

Stared their

Golden ways...

 

Eagle flapped his wings, left his perch, to end a sojourner's repass... turned rigid to the west...with his mouse, rigidity held fast, within his talons' grasp! 

 

He dropped the wing tip and angled a look, again, he floated back...he wanted to visit with that golden duck he seen. Hoped once more to track it, spreading wings flat!

 

He saw the bobbings of the owl's head...It bobbed, then gently swayed...and he saw, the Lark...sat on a squatting tree, with gnarled knots all crazed. 

 

The gnarled tree hatched surprise... when it morphed some twigs and leaves, to cover Lark in his branch...the tree disguised him, protecting him from the eagle's plot...with moss, nuts and squirrel fur...adding gentle sweeps of green. It turned into a microbial haze!

 

"Skreeeech," called out the barn owl... "Eagle is not gone..." But, stealth was eagle's friend... he landed... In a small ravine! 

 

With the rising sun he rested, behind a giant rock... In a shadowy nest, he rested... and watched a rising flock!

 

So, finally, little Lark flew... his way! He lifted curled wings, soared up high. Enchantments, he sought... berries on a vine... twirlings... angling for all that, he would try.

 

Aloft and tracking him, was eagle with his golden eyes... Yes, he'd caught the downward troughs and sought to tease, then capture... little lark's...slightest pride!

 

Eagle saw the gentle swoops, then echoed his comment throughout the land... 

 

When chirps from little one's longing sounded, eagle's laughter spun into a mischievous plan.

 

Little bird one and little bird two had long flown toward the horizon and the cracking sun. 

 

But, little bird three, breezed far behind them... singing his solitary song!

 

All, were in the watchful eyes of the goldens ... who trailed them a mile behind!

 

Suddenly

Down on earth, 

A shadow...

 

Down on earth,

Another 

Eye... 

 

Looking 

Up,

It saw...

 

The shadows...

Of the 

Wild!

 

The beating,

And, 

Flapping,

 

In the 

Pretty

Sky....

 

Look

Friend...

Eye caught,

 

Ducks 

Are up,

On high!

 

Mistakes,

Happen

Quickly!

 

Sorrows

Come... 

Blinking a sigh.

 

In a very

Lazy 

Eye!

 

The 

Hunter 

Raised 

His rifle,

 

Pulled 

The 

Trigger 

Back...

 

Pellet

Pierced,

The bird, 

 

With 

A

Resounding

Rattattat...

 

Life

Seeped 

Out...

Bleeding,

 

Sadly...

Just

Like 

That!

 

Rattatatta...

 

The mouse, bird grasped... held on, as the owl headed down... was loosened at the final, Eagle thumped upon the ground. 

 

Crickets stopped their chirping, mouse did limp away... Hunter packed his rifle...  Lark was near the bay!

 

Something 

Gold 

Was

Shot, 

 

Pinching...

Pure

Innocence 

Away! 

 

Beauty, 

turned... 

A prize 

Not found, 

 

Just a  

Stiffened

Bird...

Lay splay!

 

Hunter's

Regrets, 

Folded

In...

 

... As he

Closed the

Velvet 

Eyes! 

 

Eagle

Wasn't... 

 A 

Duck!

 

But, owl... 

Scored...to

The rodent's

Dismay!

 

 

And little Lark, sadly, said... "Goodbye!"

From across the  bay...

 

Another beauty, turned... blinked, then closed its golden eyes! Surely, it made a difference... No ducks were on the rise!

 

It's sad, but true... these reckonings... They always make you think... Each day a difference hangs on thinking common sense?

 

One rarely knows the moment... Things in life will shift and stray... So, best to stay with tempos and fend....mindful of currents that might drift you straight away.

 

 

KMSchlarb

aka: Turquoise Cross