Voice of the Birds
- hcdjfb
- May 29
- 1 min read
The garden was silent but for the voice of the birds
They sang, gave love calls, and appeared to bicker and argue.
They seemed to play and tease each other
Beneath the shadow of a great red-shouldered hawk prepared to kill them.
Upon seeing the hawk, a bird called to the others and they almost all flew away.
All but one dove, perfect prey for the hawk.
But he survived, either brave or stupid, and the hawk went on to other things.
Then I realized that they may just be imitating, perhaps even mocking. . . us.
Listen to them and hear yourself.
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