Step Aside for the Birds ================= He declared “this is mine”, charging past. An insignificant speck in oversized puddle-stompers, on the attack, full speed. “This” (the sand, the surf, the land), “is” (the earth, the ground, the surface), “mine” (your blink of an eye existence). I look up to screams of victory amidst a scatter of black feathered flight, loud disgruntled caws, an unwelcome disturbance mid snack in the lo-tide. The father stands back I am not sure if he’s overwhelmed by the the explosively overt entitlement his young offspring announced or proud at the hostile take-over of this small patch of beach. I make light casual eye contact, trying hard not to judge but thinking hard on the matter. I look back over to the scattering crows, seagulls and migrating fowl. Their displeasure’s become an aural assault in the sky. I secretly wish for a downpour of bird shit to fall from the sky. I don’t even care if I am caught in the middle. I look back at my small patch of sand that I’ve been occupying. I’ve moved some shells and rocks here and there to make a shape. Who am I to say I don’t secretly claim my ground. That this small patch of time is mine, this thought, this lifetime. All Mine. But I’d gladly step aside for the birds. I like to think I would. #puddlepoems #igartist #puddlepoem #poetsofig #artistlife #poetry #beach #crows #birds #putabirdonit #nicolunddotcom #artofig #pacificnorthwest #seattle

Step Aside for the Birds ================= He declared “this is mine”, charging past. An insignificant speck in oversized puddle-stompers, on the attack, full speed. “This” (the sand, the surf, the land), “is” (the earth, the ground, the surface), “mine” (your blink of an eye existence). I look up to screams of victory amidst a scatter of black feathered flight, loud disgruntled caws, an unwelcome disturbance mid snack in the lo-tide. The father stands back I am not sure if he’s overwhelmed by the the explosively overt entitlement his young offspring announced or proud at the hostile take-over of this small patch of beach. I make light casual eye contact, trying hard not to judge but thinking hard on the matter. I look back over to the scattering crows, seagulls and migrating fowl. Their displeasure’s become an aural assault in the sky. I secretly wish for a downpour of bird shit to fall from the sky. I don’t even care if I am caught in the middle. I look back at my small patch of sand that I’ve been occupying. I’ve moved some shells and rocks here and there to make a shape. Who am I to say I don’t secretly claim my ground. That this small patch of time is mine, this thought, this lifetime. All Mine. But I’d gladly step aside for the birds. I like to think I would. #puddlepoems #igartist #puddlepoem #poetsofig #artistlife #poetry #beach #crows #birds #putabirdonit #nicolunddotcom #artofig #pacificnorthwest #seattle