How

Just a bit of fun

How do the birds know ???

When we have thrown out scraps?

The way to their home in the sun?

The way back to their nests in our bushes?

 

How do the clouds fly in the sky ?

 

I just wonder How

Wild Rose

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Yes, these are true miracles aren't they? Love your whimsical, contemplative poem Wild Rose. I have so often asked myself these same questions. Perhaps some things don't need answers, just a heart filled with awe, wonder, and gratitude...

[Wild Rose]

Just happens
The lawn is clear not a bird in sight
Throw out a few crumbs and the lawn is full with them before I can get back in the house

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Amazing! God bless all the creatures great and small and bless you for caring about them!:))

[Betty Hermelee]

I used to ask my mom the how's and why's until she shut me up. These are questions for sure that nobody has the answer to (maybe physicists), but are aske all the time by kids. It's very common and sweet and innocent. Nice brevity poem. Best, Betty

[Wild Rose]

I know clouds are not cotton wool
The birds _ I think their knowledge must be inbred;

[T.S. Ulmus]

"how do the birds know their way to their home in the sun", it's so rare that a single line will launch me into an hour of thought. This is beautifully abstract and enticing.

[Wild Rose]

Thank you
I don't remember writing this
It would be around autumn time when they were migrating south > We are on one of the main migration routes

[Arundass TP]

A poem bloomed out of innocence. You traveled back to age 5? Really a luck; many won't have courage to go back to childish days. Keep it up, Try more like this.

[Wild Rose]

Mmm > thanks I must start a collection for 'Humerus' posts

[Just Kim]

intriguing write here, I enjoyed this

[Wild Rose]

Thank you Kim
Just a nonsense item I must have written a while back -
I have been looking at my One Note program