I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Dances With Birds Standing in the kitchen this afternoon Wearing nothing but a white cotton T shirt That barely covered the imagination (It's 116 in the shade, dammit!) I was making a chef salad And pouring myself a tall glass of lemonade When from outside my window I heard the scream of a bird So loud and startling I almost said a bad word What on earth was that? I thought And finished the slicing and dicing, Wiped my hands and pulled back the curtain. The bird stood there on the driveway It's wings held up in the air In a kind of ecstasy It's head raised up to the sky It's little feet doing an impromptu Crazy birdfolk dance Paying no attention to anyone or any thing It screamed again, not a bird sound (Definitely not a bird sound.) But then I noticed that all around the critter Fell big fat liquid drops of rain Rain! Real ThankGodAlmightyLetItRain rain! Like we haven't seen in weeks That we've needed here more than gold. And I realized That the bird was screaming in joy Pure unadulterated joy No one will believe this I said out loud But who cares? I dropped the curtain, Took a big long drink of lemonade, Looked around to see if the neighbors Were watching......stepped outside.... And joined him in the dance.