Hey, bird
What are you so happy about?
Don’t you know
Your habitat is shrinking?
Getting hotter every year?
Innocent people getting shot?
Nah
You don’t care much about people
do you.
Hey, we fill your feeders
When it gets cold around here
It’s hard to fill birdy tummies then
Isn’t it.
Are you the least bit grateful?
Are you listening?
Hey, bird!
What song are you singing?
It’s a pretty song
I think maybe
too repetitious
I know.
You don’t care what I think.
What do I know?
Huh.
reminds me of a guy
Not a pleasant memory.
Hey, bird,
Are you singing to impress a girl?
Wanting to screw her, bird?
Yeah, probably.
You’re just like other guys.
Hey, bird,
Let me tell you about guys.
Nah, you wouldn’t be interested.
You’re too happy and noisy up there
You wouldn’t hear a thing.
Preoccupied
Huh.
Another guy comes to mind
Yeah, bird,
Sing your heart out
Why listen to me down here?
Why listen to a woman?
About the Creator
Dennia Lynne
It’s not so much about who I am. it’s about what I write. ‘Least, ideally that’s all you need to know. I’ll add that I’m an artist. I’m musical, creative. I write poems about my faith, love, wonder, life. I observe; I feel; I cry; I’m real.
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