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Are The Birds Looking At Me?
By Constance_
Time seems to pass;
a new day awakening.
Time rolling into
moments.
The wind blows in the trees;
and a leaf drifts
slowly down.
A storm is coming it seems.
I am muddled
in my dream;
it melts away slowly it leaves.
This house
is very old indeed.
With many cold rooms inside.
a relic
of an old Victorian house.
Much too big for this girl.
With creaking floorboards;
and dusty dark places lurking.
I pick up my dented old tea kettle;.
I like things that are
very old;
I seem out of place in this world.
Beneath eaves
pretty birds chirp.
Do the birds look into my windows;
I
wonder the odd world they see.
Are the birds looking at me?
A girl with a teacup in hand;
I wonder do birds even think?
Are the birds looking at me?
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Copyright 2010 Bleeding_Soul
Author's Note:
A fragmented thought~~~Comments on "Are The Birds Looking At Me?"
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A former member wrote:
If we do find a way to determine what birds think and see, would be a travesty. We would manipulate them big style. Thank goodness we never will, as it leaves open wonderful pieces like this....:)
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A former member wrote:
Makes me think of the Alfred Hitchcock movie The Birds. Interesting piece.
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A former member wrote:
They are, in fact, looking. Nosy little bird-brains.--Draven.
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A former member wrote:
There is something about history... about the aged look of those items that were once new... the richness they bring to any setting, that makes me wish I were born in Europe... where the ground is full of bones... and the architecture reminds me that I cannot ever be old.... very soft fragment here..... I like the sound of that house.... I'm sure there's warmth there. Welcome to the Valley, please stay awhile?
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