A Beautiful Red Eye

We hear so much

About “The bird’s eye view”

Hey birdie

What does the world

Seem to be

Through your eye?

Perched at that height

Vulnerable… yet free?

Does instinct let

You see

Only food and nest and mate?

Or do you also think

Thoughts and dreams, great?

And feel emotions

That won’t abate?

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A Small Presence

A rose

Strikes a pose

I stop mid-stride

Absorbing the loveliness, bonafide

A small presence

Making a big difference 

In the dreary surrounding

Standing as a blessing

Oh beholder, take care

To see benevolences that stare!

A bouquet

A bouquet on my table

Who can give it a label

Brought from the garden

Nature is the warden

Like a coy smile

That’d beguile

Stands without guilt

Until it must wilt…

Note: some people are like these flowers. They live gently and beautifully and leave quietly. My brother.