Birds on the Wire
Beneath
Their collective weight the thin wire bowed and in the breeze
It gently swayed both to and fro
Then
Without any overt sign at all they grasped the cable in their claws and rose into the air
Climbing higher
until that cable arched and simultaneously they let go
Delighting in the song it sang
Then they were gone
without a trace
Without
a single feather out of place
Like they had never been there after all
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Author:
Neville (
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A fine write Neville. If we get out of bed of a morning the wrong side, we might not know if we're living or dead - there ya go!
I reckon there is some truth in that orchidee.. maybe.. and thank you
Yes, some truth in it. Another thing is I held me breath for 24 hours one day. Didn't feel well afterwards. Was I dead or alive? lol.
probably dreaming
Making life more fun from collective effort needs telepathy - and this I feel we all have if only we use it.... wow what a deep subject this write raised on a Sunday morn Nev....... great stuff. x
Bless you dear Fay.. I could not agree more... I wonder if you have any inkling as to what I am thinking this Sunday mane..... N x
At a telepathic guess - - it would be that birds of a feather are unquestionably drawn to flock together - - -
- - - - and a good morn to you from me x
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You gonna try it - not breathing for 24 hours? It'll save using the air - in some cases, hot ait that's spouted, speaking for meself. lol
Hot air rises just like bread then tis scone..
I can't see what all the fuss is about. I mean, think of all the air it would save if none of us breathed for 24 hours. Sounds like a good plan to me, but Fido doesn't like it!
Fido's got more sense ...
Nev - after another close look at your birds with the wire a vision of how they all got it to sing blew my mind - Spring fever inside them they agreed to show females some feathered libido so using telepathy they rose to the occasion and baited the game with a quick serenade .... Eurika !! that is, in bird-speak, one way to please mates.. ha x
Flock me.... you are fluent in bird-speak Fay and absolutely write too.... x
ooooh - ha ha - - didnt mean to muck up your spelling !! x
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A real uplifting write in more ways than one - somehow put me in mind of that super song All God's Creatures. Now I can't get it out of my head. And I still don't know the Pink Floyd song. lol
Thank you Michael......... Neville
A nice read, Nev.
thank you young man and very muchly so... N
Super write, watching birds (feathered) is something I have been doing all my life.
Cheers GF60... me too... N
Like they had never been there at all
Perfect.
not a single trace, not a single feather out of place... thanks sylviasearcher for visiting these words.... N
Not even ruffled?
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