tweets & cheeps i hear them all: dainty expressions of tiny birds i hear them amid the neck-stretched caws of jungle crows & amid the circling screech hawks weightless birds: flitting & jumping, flitting with wings blurred to invisibility & jumping: bounce - bounce - bounce
two stone birds carved into a temple plinth: still impermanent!
There was a resplendent Portuguese church with plenty of places for pigeons to perch, Parishioners went to mass, moving quite fast, to keep clothes -- not repute -- un-besmirched.
a weaver pokes its head from the nest, looks both ways, & decides to stay in. i know the feeling.
even in tall grass, the peacock stands out; its neck metal blue
amorous pigeon makes a mick jagger dance, and he scores!
plump dangling nests of baya weavers are ceaselessly revamped
swollen cardinal looks like it's been gorging, but it's winter puffed
clustered pigeons blend into the awning; then, a loud crack
