Dead Stars, Yellow Birds and a short post by a slightly driven unpacker

It's Winter. And we've moved!! We're barely a week in our new place but are successfully transplanting our boring bird people behaviour! We miss our gang gangs and magpies and felt a bit sad for days that there seemed so little native bird life but some sightings of the Yellow Rosella ( a very local sub species of the Crimson Rosella) has bought joy. This morning I watched a pair feeding in a tree in our back garden. This yellow rosella photo is not mine but was taken by J J Harrison who is part of the EBird group where we discovered that there are apparently SOME gang gangs nearby!And I have just read this lovely poem by Ada Limon which seems apt!DEAD STARSOut here, there’s a bowing even the trees are doing.                 Winter’s icy hand at the back of all of us.Black bark, slick yellow leaves, a kind of stillness that feelsso mute it’s almost in another year.I am a hearth of spiders these days: a nest of trying.We point out the stars that make Orion as we take out       the trash, the rolling containers a song of suburban thunder.It’s almost romantic as we adjust the waxy blue       recycling bin until you say, Man, we should really learnsome new constellations.And it’s true. We keep forgetting about Antlia, Centaurus,       Draco, Lacerta, Hydra, Lyra, Lynx.But mostly we’re forgetting we’re dead stars too, my mouth is full       of dust and I wish to reclaim the rising—to lean in the spotlight of streetlight with you, toward       what’s larger within us, toward how we were born.Look, we are not unspectacular things.       We’ve come this far, survived this much. Whatwould happen if we decided to survive more? To love harder?What if we stood up with our synapses and flesh and said, No.     No, to the rising tides.Stood for the many mute mouths of the sea, of the land?What would happen if we used our bodies to bargainfor the safety of others, for earth,                 if we declared a clean night, if we stopped being terrified,if we launched our demands into the sky, made ourselves so bigpeople could point to us with the arrows they make in their minds,rolling their trash bins out, after all of this is over?