Birds of Winter

The baby birds stay on the other side this time of year, but they are firm in their critique of all bird society. The crows fly low and the pigeons lower. I see flocks and pray that they do well in their missions of winter. I am sad today as I feel my heart in another dimension. I try to be gentle, but there is an edge to all I do in society. I wonder, once the bird baths are gone away for the season, where these lovely creatures get clean? They do well. I do not see them as unclean. Maybe the lovely lakes are their solace in a time of wonderful bathing. I am here. They are too, and then they are there. I just snap my fingers and I see things differently.