


A Nest That Never Rests
On this sombre Sunday morning
the day is typically quiet
and under the hanging grey clouds
there is a whispering cool breeze
for the birds to hover upon
where they uniquely monitor
the unpredictable world below
And while lazily meandering
I cannot help but wonder
what do the birds perceive?
of us, unappreciative homo-sapiens
as we continue to vandalize our sacred planet
and randomly ravage our own nest
“The Wild”, lyrics, Mumford & Sons
We saw birth and death
Can’t we be still
What makes you kind
From where comes your sparkling mind
Was it under the earth?
Tied up in a knot
Which I forgot you were ever there
Do not be afraid
Do not be afraid
What’s that I see?
I think it’s the wild
Puts the fear of God in me
And was there a grudge
Up from the dust
Inconceivable lie
What’s that I see?
I think it’s the wild
Puts the fear of God in me

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Very true, dear Ivor. Sobering words. β‘
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Thank you very much, Nancy… we seem to be just hovering, without really bothering πππ¦
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they must worry
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So true. π
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We are just hovering, without really bothering π€
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π¦ I wonder that, too. Powerful important poem, Ivor. Beautiful photos. Perfect song choice.
‘Tis sad. The birds must think us Human-beans are foolish. π¦
(((HUGS))) β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ
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Sadly, us human beans have such disregard for the environment we live in π¦ and I’m sure the birds are dumbfounded at our unnatural ways πππππ¦ ππΆ
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βunder the hanging grey clouds
there is a whispering cool breeze
for the birds to hover uponβ I can picture them hovering π
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Such a good metaphor – and your bird photos get better and better
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Thank you very much for your kind words, Derrick β¦
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A thought provoking poem my friend ππΌ
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Thank you kindly, Sadje. β¦ I take many wonderful photos of birds in the sky, and then I start to wonder β¦ why??
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Youβre welcome. Your shots are always remarkable
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Very kind of you to say so, Sadje …
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Youβre welcome βΊοΈ
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Very true, Ivor! Beautiful photos and a beautiful poem. π
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Thank you for lovely words, Eugi ππ
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You’re welcome, Ivor!
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Very true
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