i love birds, my feathered friends

this morning i felt sad, my inner world was making me sink
and my mind was like a deflated balloon aching to feel alive
sinking sinking i felt sad and beaten down
i stepped onto the landing treading downstairs with my bored feet
i needed a cup of tea
i needed to wake up from sleepy somber land
and escape from a dazey dream

before i made my cup of tea i opened the patio door
eyes eagerly seeking a bird or two
they were sitting safely on the trees thin fingers
tweeting sweetly, singing songs from their tender soul
making music of their own, sounds of a gentle stream
whispering into the air with a effortless ease
soft like pretty people with sweet souls
feathered friends singing kindness into the sky
at one with the tree's, at home in the sky

the birds i glimpsed this morning
stirred something nice from within
their prettiness pleased the eye
their flying soothed a little of my mind
and i caught myself
feeling grateful for the beautiful birds in the sky