A Cardinal and a Chickadee are sitting in a tree
discussing the latest post…
Conversing, it seems,
or maybe not,
as it might qualify as heckling.
“Just be yourself,” the Cardinal sings,
“and let your Light shine through…”
“Be honest, though,” the Chickadee warns,
its melody so sweet,
“for I will find you out.
I see the Truth behind your masks;
I know what you’re about!”
And sounding out, a raucous croak
as Raven joins the band:
“Shifting forms will serve you well,
for change is close at hand.”
And blowing in on a rush of wings,
a loud caw sounding off:
“You’re not alone, after all,” says Crow,
“This time we heed your call!”
And high above, a perfect sky,
false spring is in the air.
A Hawk is circling lazily
while hunting for his dinner.
Eavesdropping on the conversation
in the winter-worn maple tree,
he can’t resist joining in
“Is that message meant for Me?”
And far away, in the distant south
a Condor turns its head…
“The Ancient Ones will rise again,
each in their own Time.”