The Enchanting Rhythm of Cleo Bell’s Bird Whisperer Poem

Bird Whisperer

I dreamed

you were a polar bear

but I know that you’re an owl

The Arctic beast

with unique genes

solitary

secret power

I know, I see

your keen instincts

your frequency

your tendencies—

nocturnal

You pass along your wisdom

unseen in some conditions

you need your space

dance not for fame

but for love

and song

and purpose

You are one of those

who adapts to change

rare to find

and intriguing

You saw my light

and called to me,

clapping your wings

into the night

hanging in the wind—

you dive down past

into the grass—

I accept the dance

I let you in

—Cleo Bell

Thank you for reading . . .

Bird Whisperer, by Cleo Bell

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