Birds Eye View

Just before sunset, at the brightest of the day; outside my window, I see a robin and a blue jay.

My internal debate, as I rate and compare the blue jay to the robin is not their concern.

They burn into me, distinct, repetitious sounds like the chorus of a melody;

in unison, in harmony.

I envy...

How far their views roam, as they soar;

but my door and windows are chained to the surface of the earth.

I search to the limits of my vision, into tall trees where they fly.

I’m mesmerized by the fearlessness in their freedom.

Does the blue jay know that it’s a blue jay? Does the robin even know that it’s a bird?

Do they know they’re being seen? Do they know they’re being heard?

As the brightness of the day descends, their magnificent colors remain; in the rain and in the nighttime; their beautiful colors remain.