Nothing all that exciting happened today, though I did have to read Fuglane (The Birds) for class, where (surprise) birds were a major motif. This incident has happened a lot in my life: see birds on street, chilling, hopping under the shadows. Car comes, they do a weird swoop thing, catch a current, and leave. There are a lot of birds here in Norway. Yay birds!
Moral: departure can be beautiful
The birds float on the sidewalk
Like leaves, unstuck from the ground.
They are too light for silence,
Too quiet for the sunshine.
But they are keen on a violence
Approaching them. So they talk,
Decide which path they have found
Has the most meandering line
And then they depart.
You could almost call it art.
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
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