My quiet one

I don't like loud noises

And neither do little birds

When they alight, 

I approach

Slowly - 

Even crisp leaves can ruin careful steps

When entering the presence of a small soul 

Sometimes

I must stand still for a long time 

Human peace is the open door to nature.

I can only write poetry in complete silence.

A pause - 

One second to learn trust and new colours,

One more to answer curious eyes -

Then, hurried scratches through earth, shouts and sharp barks behind me

Cut through my moment - 

My quiet one

It flies away.

I exhale

As the branch shakes

In unsettled air.

Copyright LJ 2021.