Birds

Birds

By Sonia Frances Stevens

When I write these words down.

I do not know where they are all bound.

The birds come flocking to my feet.

As though I am the one they want to greet.

They come closer each time

As though I have something to offer them.

Many stay with me

Some fly away from me

Then I walk amongst them

They just part their ways for me

At time they seem to circle me

Why does this happen to me?

I love it and appreciate it.

I do not know why

Are they my friends and protectors?

 Or are they there to be with me.

Is this what the world is saying to me?

Copyright©2006-2007 by Sonia F Stevens