I admit it. I am a paradox. I am the hermit man from Harriet the Spy.
I am a cat person, but
I
love
birds.
I am a cat person, but
I
love
birds.
My dad and I put up bird houses in the garden before I left home again.
These are not my birds, but they are beautiful.
These birds are all presents; a glass paperweight that is my mother's, a tealight from Vicky and Tatty Devine magpie rings from Mel; she knows me so well.
I know someone wonderful and she loves birds too;
"there is a bluebird inside a cage in your heart.
i would like to be the one that he sings to.
i will gladly build him a nest and rear his young.
inside of your heart your bluebird is singing.
a man is drawing him onto your chest.
your bluebird sings of the sea and of five thousand miles;
inside of a cage in your heart."
6 comments:
i really love you, a lot.
I love birds too! Beautiful post!
xoxox,
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Those bird rings are fabulous. I bet they get caught on everything though!
that poem reminds me of the bukowski poem about the bluebird in his heart.
I am not a cat person--but I am decidedly a bird person. :)
I'm scared of birds but these pics are beatiful!
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