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A Flycatcher Sang His Song

A flycatcher sang his song today, High atop a tall fig tree-- Out on the tipsiest branch He swayed with rhythm As he proudly sang-- Sang with joy, fluting so marvelously I could scarce believe my ears-- Sang to his lover Who answered in kind From the nest they prepared; Together they sang For a young-one yet to be born; But somehow knew Near enough to hear their song (Every season one would come along; Needed to be fed, Protected from the hawk-- Must be taught To fly-- Sing the flycatcher song By and by); I listened to the two, Suddenly feeling wings-- Found myself flying Without any strings; As one in a dream Walking on air, Gliding for rest, Catching some lift Out soaring the best. I thanked the Flycatchers For just being them, My mind lighting on earth once again- Firm on the ground Yet decisively changed-- A part of me From here on out aloft….

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 7/23/2018 10:30:00 PM

G'day Joe … so many humans have no clue that we are in natures plan and how we must respect all life or we will end up with no life. Like you, birds have always held my interest, and it's so pleasing to live amongst them - Lindsay

Joe Dimino
Date: 8/1/2018 11:08:00 AM

Truth be told, we are all connected. To disrespect any living thing, is to disrespect our own form. Blessings my friend!

Paloma P

Date: 10/6/2016 8:40:00 AM

Stunning, I didn't realize 'flycatcher' was a bird at first, but you had me at fig tree nonetheless, my favorite. It's a well tuned ode.

Joe Dimino
Date: 10/6/2016 8:53:00 AM

Hi Paloma; I have this huge fig tree in my back yard, and it has become a favorite of our local bird population. When figs are in season, I get local and migrating birds from all over the place. So I put a bird-bath. It is hilarious (sounds like a bird sanctuary--birds splashing, pushing one another in and out of the water, like kids at a pool, in 110 degree shaded area)--even have a species of parrots stopping by. Imagine that, desert parrots!

Joe Dimino
Date: 10/6/2016 8:40:00 AM

Hi Connie; thank you dear one for commenting. Strange, how you and I know of a poet's soul, and yet, these things are so natural to us, as if, all should feel this way, poetry being synonymous with life, intense, physical/soul living. I think, body and spirit must be one--the touch of a mortal elevated to the sense of a god by spirit/human osmosis. Blessings my friend!

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 10/6/2016 1:00:00 AM

Oh Joe, you have a poet's soul that runs intensely deep within you. I love to read your poetry because I always feel inspired after reading one of your poems. Your connection with nature is palpable. This poem is a beautiful gift! Thank you my talented friend. Aloha, Connie 7 : )

Joe Dimino
Date: 10/6/2016 8:41:00 AM