You’re as young as you feel…

You’re as young as you feel.
And my confidantes, buddies, pals, are the birds who frequently frequent…

The bold Crow who untied my companion’s shoes, yanking at the laces with its beak (leaving the companion open-mouth and me laughing)…

The Red-Winged Blackbird who fluttered over my head, operatic diva, I could almost touch this bird. Were you forging our halo, you angel? Was that you that followed me behind that Mall, seductress siren who ripped me apart with its song…?

You’re as young as you feel.”

…The mimic, the Mockingbird, nothing up my sleeve, always reminding me to be true to myself, keeps flying up to my rooftop then flies down to the grass out front. Will there be fledglings this year, again – ? – Once more, with feeling…

The silly Seagull pacing back and forth on that flat rock on a beach in Rockport, beak bent, “barking” nonstop as if he was talking to himself, makes me smile when I remember…

(And don’t forget – ! – the cats chums, intimates, soul mates, familiars — Anis, Cerridwen, Danu, Feng Po, Gwydion, Hino, Kapoa…)

You’re as young as you feel.

…The male Cardinal perched in my window, for a moment, PAUSE, reminding me of my first true love, the oh-so-male Cardinal falling from the sky and landing at my feet.

Red is the color of a heart broken.

You’re as young as you feel.


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