Bird Metaphors

Back in 2003, I wrote a song called “Little Things” that began:

treehouse-template2Sitting outside on the stairs
In the morning shade,
Wishing you were with me
Remembering mistakes we made.
Sitting there thinking,
Gazing up at the sky,
Through my field of vision
Two birds flew by
In close formation,
And I felt a little twinge inside.

I don’t recall what kind of birds they were. Nothing particularly remarkable about them. Just…birds.

This morning a solo pelican flew by, which was odd–not just because pelicans are ungainly, comical looking creatures, particularly in flight, but also because Monrovia is more than thirty miles from the ocean. You’re a long way from home, buddy.

It fits.


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