Saturday With the Cardinals

Nobody walks here anymore Nobody listen to them anymore The grass has grown out of control And the wind has battered them to the ground In the midst of the dense woods the road lingers between the tall grass and the muddy stream Many streams are are moving from all corner Meeting at a detrimental cross road and emptying all its content into the big wide river I have been searching for this tranquility for so long But nothing I do I could escape the wicked one But now its just me and the birds mingling in nature listening to the water gushing from the big dirty river This Saturday morning was somewhat peculiar I rode around the block then made my way to the track and sat on a gigantic rock to meditate But as soon as I enter the gate the birds starts yelling at each other There was one distinct sound that almost lift me off the ground At first I didn't know its name then I learned that it was the cardinal's game The woodpecker argued so loud forcing the blue jay and the Carolina wrens to settle the dispute in the hollow of the tree. and the mocking birds accompanied by the moaning dove laments the turmoil of a brand new day The Cardinal called me three times to state my case It called so loud that I had to respond with a frantic shout Three times I had to say that I am here and three times I had to say that I am not going any where I escaped to the other side of the river and walked freely in the big open space The park runs through numerous backyards and as I approach the birds starts to litigate forcing me to abandon my journey And work out another plan before I land the turtles wiggling underneath the stagnant pond add to the blatant chorus of Saturday's mass The cardinal erupt from the other side of the bush with an irritated call that disillusion nature and ended in a brawl I took off my shoes and sprint quickly up hill my feet pressing on the wet grass oh I felt like a child again enjoying natures morning splendor and looking towards a brighter future I spread out on the damp grass viewing the vast landscape around me And America's abundant luxury going to waste Three giant planes flew above me and I watch them disappeared in the thick clouds Birds tell tales turtles buried in ponds This sound like a mystery to everyone. I am a running again.