A summer morning lovely, I dashed out for a walk. The birds were singing cheerfully, we all then had a talk. ~ They asked me where I’m going, I told them I don’t know. They said they’re not surprised, that’s how humans go. ~ They’re always going someplace, not often knowing where. You’d think they own this planet, the one we have to share. ~ I feared my life was over, Hitchcock came to mind. A war soon was coming, everything against mankind. ~ I hurried home to safety, not knowing what to do. My dog now too looks scary, gnawing on a plastic chew.
I woke up early and the sky was gray. The world’s in turmoil yet I’ve little to say. But the birds are happy in the mulberry tree. I can hear them laughing, maybe at me. ~ They see our world from high above, whether gull, robin or mourning dove. Their time alive is soaring free, while looking down on you and me. ~ For if to fly like a bird, we’d then flock but never herd. We’d hatch into a nest well made, free of worry cos no rent’s paid. ~ Just think of the places we could go. We could fly south before the snow. We could eat berries, bugs and worms, pretty much anything that wiggles or squirms. ~ There’d be no alarms or jobs we hate. We could fly to the stars our very first date. Then glide back down to a favorite tree. There we’d rest harmoniously. ~ But we’re not birds and that’s a shame. Our lives are grounded and mostly tame. But if to wish on this day that’s gray, I’d poop on those who stand in the way. ~ So maybe my wish is not about birds. It’s about people I think are turds, those who’ve prevented a world of peace, for you and me and a gaggle of geese.
My machine is broken on this cold winter’s day. I woke up early but I’ve nothing to say. My pad looks lonely with no words on it yet. So I looked out the window for inspiration to get. ~ But the sky is gray and the snow is brown. And the hour’s too early for any action in town. The birds are still nested and the squirrels asleep. The cats are about but not making a peep. ~ My world is quiet, silence is heard. My vision is clear but my thoughts are blurred. So I look at the news, but nothing’s good there. So alone I sit on my old kitchen chair. ~ Something will come, it usually does, I don’t know the reason so I say it’s because. Because, because is the answer we give when we’ve none, so that’s all for now because I’m done.