Blue Heron Day

My Buddhist practice shrine sits in front of an upstairs window. I meditate facing the shrine. Sometimes the birds do interesting things:

1

Blue heron flies across the window
Through my mind.
Her slow wing beat moving fast
In a clear shot to my heart.
The smooth prow of her folded neck
pulling forward.

2

Yellow-breasted bird flies at the window
And up
Where I can't go.

3

Cody and I are running along the path
It is early in the morning.
A pollen-yellow finch sits on a branch.
His head and breast are dusted with yellow feathers.
By his side
Sit brown-striped wings.
I look at him and I look again.
I am saying what are you doing there?
He sits on the swaying branch.
His eye is bright.
His wee beak smiles.
He dares to be yellow.