Yet I Dare Hope

When my nest won’t be tangled, and my tree not likely strangled, while my river will flow undefiled, my forest allowed to grow wild, my pastures left free to forage, my wings not bound in cordage, will ever I wake up to this sight, or forever sleep filled with fright? [In the frame: Pied Myna … Continue reading Yet I Dare Hope

Future, Imperfect, Tense

They tell me we are lucky tied with human habitation, food and nesting options and little natural predation. The woods are rather thin now and grasslands quite lean, they say there were days past when everything was green. They move in search of havens now that promise sanctuary, where humans haven’t set foot yet and … Continue reading Future, Imperfect, Tense

Will The Silhouettes Fade?

Some seek shallow wetlands, or meadows lush and open, yet others quest for canopies, deep woods treeline unbroken, with sustenance abundant, and safety of the brood, where roosting is so carefree, with no one to intrude. Does such a haven exist still, they soar to strive and find, Flying afar their search unbound, yet tired … Continue reading Will The Silhouettes Fade?