Behind blue eyes

Today we celebrate our son, Mike on the occasion of his 46th birthday.
He was not with us
for so many birthdays
Lost in a world where mom's and
Dads don't go
except in the nightmares
Of their minds when sleep curls up in
a cold corner of the dark room
And they can only stare silently at the
Ceiling, while the whirring fan seems
to mark the months on invisible
We joyfully celebrate his love and his gentle spirit
Thankful for his presence across the dinner table
he is in arms reach and but
a heartbeat away.
Happy birthday, sweet child o' mine!

© Nancilynn Saylor
14 December 2017

“Sing for your supper and you’ll get breakfast! Songbirds always eat…”

Northern Cardinals, Tufted Titmice, and Chickadees, and the
an occasional Sparrow or two,
drop in and fly out of the feeders as if it were the checkout line at a cafeteria
White Wing Doves know they are safe at the big wooden feeder in the Sycamore tree; it's hunting season but still they gorge as if is their last meal!
No fear.
This is a no kill space.

Recently, a flock of great American Grackles have appeared to noisily squeak and clack as they clean up the white wing's leftovers below the feeder.

For the past week I've watched a petite finch stop in to eat, it's reddish breast feathers shining in the early sunlight.

I've trained myself to ignore the sound of rushing trucks and cars and the cacophony of motorcycles-just getting on with their day in suburbia,

not unlike these birds
and this aging couple who keep the feeders full of millet and black oil sunflower seeds.

Today I am headed to my neighborhood park.
A friend told me that she saw Blue Herons there-
blown inland from the recent hurricane in the Gulf.

I need to go see!

©Nancilynn Saylor 8 September 2017
Photo at Port Aransas, TX winter of 2016( I did not see any today.)