As you have gathered, I love wildlife refuges and birding. One of my all-time favorite places to go is the Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge. Because it is close to my home, I go there often. Today the weather was changeable and the rain discouraged me from painting, but I was thrilled to go to the Refuge.
How different it is for me to go to a park where for a quarter, anyone can buy a sack of breadcrumbs and seed and the once-wild birds come close to the sack-holders in an unnatural way.
Birds in the Park
Natural caution lost
you pursue grain filled hands
lazy, survival sure
and greed
I walk among you
whispering fly north
to the Wildlife Refuge
where you can live secure and free
Ignorance is taking comfort
in captivity and bondage
calling it a good life.
4 comments:
Lovely poem and photos. The birds will miss you.
You are a kindred spirit re the birds! I HAVE to ask--any Bobolinks??
and I must have missed a post or two--are you moving?
beautiful poem--I feel the same at zoos--happy to see the animals, but so sad that they are not where they should be.
I have a little bird table in my back garden always stocked with seed and fat ball treats. I get a real variety of birds visit each day. Thanks for the poem .
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