By Laurie Crowley | Illustrations by Amanda Crowley
Who declared the owl wise?
Who called the blue jay brave?
Why is it, the cardinal
Brings love from beyond the grave?
I don’t know why it matters,
Or if it matters not,
That the birds in my yard
Impart the solace that I sought.
I fill the feeder as if to say,
“Come spend some time with me,”
Their noble traits so worthy,
Is it covetous to want all three?
Wisdom is the most useful guide
and bravery is rare,
But love once felt is evermore,
A gift, a song, a prayer.
— V —