Wild Alive

There’s a kingfisher sitting on a branch in my back garden.

He’s looking straight at me.

He’s wild. Hunting for his next meal. Alive. Alive.

All our shelters are temporary and the birds know it.

They’re alive.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s