A Scene, With Birds

Afeeder sways gently in a breeze, fresh rainwater fills it. Beside it, a rusty pole is fixed in the muddy ground. Overhead a few birds along their migratory path. They are tardy travelers, having postponed departure for two weeks. They are cautious birds, not scavengers like blue jays, not tricksters like crows. They are necessary creatures, whose flight sustains the harmony of sky and land. I could readily join them, slipping into flight with ease and coasting on air currents, far above the dust- deluged surface. A few of them descend, and splash in the rainwater... Then they ascend.