Gazing down the green deep wild garden
I hear the birds making small private noises
Their little lives go on
They are happy unless their mate dies.
Geese can fly around for hours till exhausted searching for the one they have lost.
I like these small domestic sounds of birds or animals
No wonder cats want to eat birds, because the bird has got more free life than a cat has.
Imagine a cat’s family and their tame pet human shrunk to a suitable size by some magic potion like Alice in Wonderland.
Oh my little bird my garden bird I can’t see you but I hear you enjoying the evening sun
But no blackbird sings these times since they cut down the big tree.
If my hearing were better I would be able to hear even smaller sounds like the sounds of the worm pushing through the soil
Better than listening to the news.
How my heart sings 