out back counting birds

and the birds
speak to me
in song, but i
don't fully
comprehend
their language
yet - so different.

one, two, three -
in the field
in the trees -
flying,
landing,
gliding
diving
being.

four, five, six -
gathering worms
gathering sticks -
building
growing
showing
renewing
thriving.

just being.

just beings.

slight
differences.
flight
delectation.

seven, eight, nine -
they don't understand
this language of mine -
building
feeling
reeling
creating
dreaming.

out back
counting
birds and
they will
always
sing for
me.