Tricia Thomas

BIRDS ON A WIRE

The lake looked different from the summer and fall months, as William walked around it. There had been snow and the landscape had magically turned into a winter wonderland. He had not been to Memorial Park in quite a while. It had always been a special place for William to get back to nature. He liked watching. He watched the people, the dogs being walked, the homeless huddled under blankets, trying to stay warm and all the creatures. He saw squirrels, geese, ducks, crows, pigeons, and other birds. On this day he was intrigued by the birds on the wire. He found a bench and sat down, observing the birds. The birds he thought, are they cold? Do they lose their balance? What do they think of us humans down here, on the ground? It was nice to just sit and see the beautiful landscape, with Pike’s Peak, America’s Mountain as the canvas behind the lake. How simple it all was, nature and the land. He envied the creatures. They too, could just watch. It was time for him to leave this beautiful spot and go about his day.