MOCKINGBIRD As it often doesmoving by memory,your body finds mine, fitspuzzled into angles and curvesin those hushed hours—were it not for the mockingbirdscreaming into the moonlit,slate-grey sky. I envy you,your unbothered sleep.No torment. No great,stirring voicein your mindscreaming,screaming. c. B. L. BruceFirst published by VisitantFollow Bruce on Instagram @thepoesis and Twitter @the_poesis
"The Devil's Road" Episode 1: Isla Raza Isla Raza is a tiny island in the Gulf of California that serves as the sole breeding ground for several important bird species. Despite being protected by the Mexican government as a wildlife sanctuary in 1964, this unique island is currently threatened by climate change and human activity. [...]
Up close and personal with a beautiful bird: Cooper's Hawk. I ventured out to find him stuck in the fence, with a broken wing, maybe more. Will take to the Native Animal Rescue in hopes that they may save him.