Entry 0178

Sometimes I wonder what the birds think. Blue Jays and Robins. Eagles and Crows. The pot of coffee was just about empty, I squeezed the last sip into my mug. Now here I sit, waiting for my coffee to brew. Wondering, what do the birds think? 

What a mysterious day. I took a look at my emotion wheel and just couldn’t figure out where I stand. I suppose I’d be better off going to the hardware store and picking a color. What color are you little Robin? What shades of red do I see in you, today?

What a blue day, for this Robin to shine so red. A storm is brewing. In my mind. While the sun beams down and the sky burns baby blue.

I suppose my line of sight, has neglected the all mighty Blue Jay. What do you think today little bird? What do you think of your neighboring Robins? Perhaps you’re more focused on the Crows. All mighty Blue Jay. Why can’t you make love, to a bird that is not alike? Is it the color Red? That you do not like? 

My fresh cup of coffee, scorches the back of my throat. When my eyesight drifts towards the sky, I find myself squinting. Pulling the shades down a bit more. Focusing in, on these little birds.

Sometimes I wonder what the birds think. Sometimes the only thing playing in my mind, is Jazz. But for now. I’ll just drift away with Jimi. And wonder about the birds.