Life understands life, poetic thought by George-B
Outside my window-outside the this birdhouses
A free mockingbird mocks me…and my neighbors.
She sings continuously, day and night, night and day
about the delights of freedom,
from up the top of the telegraph pole, from up the top
of its thin throat…
O the trills, the composition, beyond reproach…
I join in sometimes, trying to imitate by whistling,
it analyses, does not recognize the bird,
but decides overtime to have a dialogue, So we converse, in a language I understand nothing….So, than how do we understand each other?
Simply put…It’s the language of life:
Life understands Life!