birds are endlessly busy
in their unlimited sky
theirs is a bit of the Kingdom
no limits
no subdivisions
no wind strong enough
to catch their wings
in a downward spiral
their beaks won’t split
on the rocks of the earth
they trip
but not each other
unlike squirrels
who chase each other
up and down a tree
unlike people
who push and shove
they always leave
enough room
for each other
you just wonder
whether they too know
– as people should know –
that not a wing or feather
will fall from their bodies
without the will
of their Father.
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