Thuja ajuhT

the small birds from

all the classifications

what does it matter

what we've named them

we will be forgotten

they are their colors

with their feathers

and their sounds

calling from ancient beaks

handed down

by ferocious beasts

of the cretaceous

they fly into the hollows

behind the green veneer

of living pyramids

who survived pharoahs

pass through

the invisible

tunnels at

the end of

the light

journey to the

other side

perch on rough fibers

in the cavernous tangle

woven into branches

breathe the brown

fragrance of

ripe cedar wood

of forgiving shade

stand with

their legs engineered

by the eons cling

with their claws evolved

from the wood

to which they hold fast

and in the

dappled caves

of the giant trees

rest hidden from

predator's eyes

drought's pangs

starvation's emptiness

the exhaustion of skies

the biblical proportions

of distortion

safe for

a few moments

before

renewing their flight

to the finish

the ending

having already

been foreseen

each bird

carefully

documented

celebrated

inscribed

as important

and significant

in earth's annals

of stone