The Birds and Us 2

a quick revised version

The Birds and Us 2.

Birds judge others by size, by shape, by feathers,

ever surveilling nervously in fear.

Humans judge others by size, by shape, and even

by hair or lack of hair, while claiming

more intelligence, more wisdom, more understanding.

We still hold primitive prejudices today

about the size and shape of human bodies,

about height, about weight, about colour of skin.

We still hold pride of hair akin to ‘sin’,

shaming its beauty as something to hide,

confusing ancient jealousies with spirituality.

(Overzealous religionists and the piously insane

added their misunderstandings to centuries

of ‘Shame and Blame’ oppression, harming bodies-

never the Creator’s wish nor love of God.)

We love beauty, celebrate beauty, yet still

we hate and hide beauty from sight.

Humanity swims in a sea of contradictions!

We still judge character, intelligence, abilities,

by body size, by shape, by skin, by hair.

Diversity is a gift of Nature, of Life, of God,

so why is there still such divisiveness in these

attitudes, beliefs, behaviours among us?

Why all the fuss about things like hair?

Male and female, both, whatever description

appear with many kinds of hair…

like natural, dyed, straight, wavy, black, blonde,

with styles chosen or required to wear…

Why must hair be worn short or long on old or young?

Why do we praise, criticize, ridicule, even condemn

based, clearly, on how we appear?

Why is pride, humility, defiance, messaged on heads?

Why are we obsessed with less or more weight?

How does human skin translate to hate?

Do we really wish to be ‘birds of a feather’

who must ‘stick together‘, the thinking, acting ‘look alikes’?

Why are differences seen ‘strange’ or feared?

What does that say about human intelligence?

What does that say about wisdom and understanding?

(Birds judge others by size, by shape, by feathers,

ever surveilling nervously in fear.)

August 17, 2025

Shelley A. Wilson

Haileybury, Ontario

Birds

A squawking Crow outside just said ‘what about me?!’ so I extended the list of our visiting birds. Oh yes, we also get the occasional Ducks passing by. 🤗

Watching Wild Birds

This is a photo I took outside here weeks ago absent the wild birds and later development of the Spring bulbs.

Watching Wild Birds

Plump pillows behind my back,

a cozy comforter, a hot coffee

warming one hand, I quietly peer

through my window this morning

seeing Spring gently kiss the land.

On the other side of the grey gravel

recycled black pails hold treasures-

Spring bulbs about to flower

amidst fresh blue-green leaves

long and slender, sturdy and stout.

They sit at the base of a rock face-

beige and grey, rust and brown,

cracked and creased and carved,

weathered and mossed in veins,

part of a hill taken away.

Atop the incline by the flowers

of this potted garden of my new home,

I’ve thrown seed offerings to birds

amidst moss and grass and weed

just below the rusty roll of wire-

once a fence, now a perch for birds

watching the farm cats come and go.

In changing seasons and weather,

wild birds flock to my feed.

They’re not even birds of a feather,

this flock of visitors I now see

once more as often before,

males and females, young and old,

all together- sparrow, junco, towhee.

They all travel in flight together,

not minding different colour or size,

finding some reason to be together.

What that may be, I don’t know

but I delight when they’re in sight,

watching them close to the window

as I sit in my cozy nest bed

making sure they’re all well fed.

Watching them chat and dine,

I must say ‘The pleasure is mine’.

My reward is simply that pleasure-

birds and flowers, a visual treasure.

Coffee gone, it’s time to get up now,

change and move on with my day…

March 23, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC