A home for birds and creatures
A home for a child's curiousity and integral learning
Both biological and experiential
into the realms of life's reality.
Once upon a time
when children walked the earth...
outside of virtual stupidity,
and out of the hands of death's perversion.
A birdhouse stands in this garden.
How many countless, fleeting, fast-beating hours
pass unnoticed.
The 5 questions are no longer answered or
allowed, provoked towards and for the master
indoctrinator whose hand is upon thee and yours.
The blockade is real and soon videos
of birthing birdy babies online
will be verboten by the brainfeeders.
I can remember seeing a birdhouse
in our yard, as if time was irrelevant.
It was so easy to do.
With a clear mind after yard work,
or simply time spent equating to a fractional second,
epiphany, brainfed by the hand of God or Nature.
Twenty years ago I wrote a villanelle
called The Burning Birds.
It was not understood.
Garden
R.A. Willow writes as well as sculpts or paints in absurdity and/or the sublime periodically. He also has re-issued some of his musical compositions this year in 2 collections.