birds singing in trees

feathers wherever you step like birds

want you to know they are there

for you

birds leaving feathers 

on the path

like presents

for you to say

“oh hey”

“look at that”

birds that tweet to each other

birds that chatter

and birds that sing

they fly to one another from


to branch

and if you watched 

as you walked

you’d notice

little birds 

saying hello


“hey, i see you”

“hey, i’m here”

and when you don’t look up

they look at each other

and shrug

and say

“well maybe this feather will get their attention”

and it does

because birds have their ways

and they can be very playful sometimes


The man was tired of the village. He found the company of others disappointing. The village itself was noisy and filled with awful smells. He had been there for 18 days. He felt that it was now wearing on him. 

He looked out to the hundreds of trees sprinkled over rolling hills. Dense and thickly green. Calling birds. Insects buzzing. He knew that he needed to leave.

But questions were still unanswered. He needed to remain longer. He was getting close. He knew it deep within his bones.

He went on long walks to escape while still remaining close. He needed to think. Unravel. And the steady rhythm of feet on the ground helped him to parse out the the thoughts.

On one journey, he saw a brilliant bird. He stopped and it watched him. He felt it was a sign. In this moment the bird fluttered away. But in its place a single iridescent feather. He picked it up and decided to carry it with him.