Andrea stood still as a Castlerigg stone in a field of goldenrod.
Trilling a soft note into the quiet breeze,
soon brilliantly colored birds landed on her arms gracefully.
She was their bird haven.
Skillfully raising her leg in a slow round kick,
more birds covered her like a patchwork quilt.
Every hue and shade of green trees,
swayed in mirthful admiration of the woman and the fluttering creatures.
The trees were not jealous, just proud of the picturesque moment.
Far off in the clouds a speck of A.I. looked down mockingly and utterly jealous through the beady eyes of a drone.
The trees shook their knobby knuckles at the drone saying, “You can’t have her! You can’t have her!”
The birds lingered a few more moments,
then they bid her adieu,
and off and away they flew.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (6)
A bird haven. How much that and you are needed now more than ever.
Love this!
Oooh. Love this, and love watching birds…. Commemorating a person with my name 🤗
Hmm nice article
The birds could have defeated that drone… maybe an eagle will show up next time - 😉
Mmm. Brought me to my feet.