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Saturday With The Cardinals

Nobody walks here anymore
Nobody listen to them anymore
The grass has grown out of control
And the wind  has battered them to the ground
In the midst of the dense woods 
the road lingers between the tall  grass
and the muddy stream
Many streams are are moving from all corner
Meeting at a  detrimental cross road
and emptying all its content into the big wide river
I have been searching for this tranquility for so long
But nothing  I do I could escape the wicked one
But now its just me and the birds mingling in nature
listening to the water gushing from the big dirty river
This Saturday morning was somewhat peculiar 
I rode around the block then made my way to the track
and sat on a gigantic rock to meditate
But as soon as I enter the gate 
the birds starts yelling at each other
There was one distinct sound 
that almost lift  me off the ground
At first I didn't know its name 
then I learned that it was the cardinal's game
The woodpecker argued so loud 
forcing  the blue jay and the Carolina wrens
to settle the dispute in the hollow of the tree.
and the mocking birds  accompanied by the moaning dove
laments the turmoil of a brand new day
The Cardinal called me three times to state my case
It called so loud that I had to respond with a frantic shout
Three times I had to say that I am here 
and three times I had to say that  I am not going any where
I escaped to the other side of the river 
and walked freely in the big open space
The park runs through numerous backyards 
and as I approach the birds starts to litigate
forcing me to abandon my journey
And work out another plan before I land
the turtles  wiggling underneath the stagnant pond 
add to the blatant chorus of Saturday's mass
The cardinal erupt from the other side of the bush
with an irritated call that disillusion nature and ended in a brawl
I took off my shoes and sprint  quickly up hill 
my feet pressing on the wet grass 
oh I felt like a child again enjoying natures morning splendor
and  looking towards a brighter future
I spread out on the damp grass 
viewing the vast landscape around me
And America's abundant luxury  going to waste
Three  giant planes flew  above me and
I watch them disappeared in the thick clouds
Birds tell  tales turtles buried in ponds
This sound like a mystery to everyone.
I am a running again.


Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2017

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