A Bird Has Wings, So Do You

Philosophy: A Bird has wings, so do You... The leaf blower sweeps the damp leaves- they swirl, spin-a congregation of tiny fluttering wings-whose colors are of light umber awash in an October apricot- gold sunset. The dead leaves flap like the quick quaver of the wings of a bird; A Hummingbird, of course, has a delicate hover that is solitary. And it was within a sunlit afternoon a Hummingbird alit on a branch in a tree in a late Summer bloom..was still..almost like a miniature inanimate bird, yet zoetic, of course.The winged reptile was the hue of a morning sea. And the Hummingbird’s beauty transformed into its light perch on the limb of the fully flushed tree, for the weight of the bird did not bend the dove-tinted branch, not at all. The tree is now bursting with deep ruby berries. Its slender branch, a "finger" of the tree that held the blue-silvery Hummingbird last Summer now lies upon a mass of mocha orange chips. A tiny beast with sunflower eyes and sorrel-leucous dusky hues spots and chases the culled bony sprig as it is towed by her human. With this tiny leafless limb the cat is lured into her home. A few dying leaves drift gently by, quiver, and rest on the grass. The leaf-blower... October 29, 2021 Contest: Your Own Philosophy