The Birds

A poem about wanting better for our sky dwellers

Wrote this coming back from Shoshone after observing birds in the vast open sky versus those in the city. I always feel bad for the pigeons, sparrows, starlings, and other winged creatures; I like to think we’re in their territory, and they’re just trying to survive in a world where construction constantly threatens theirs. Anyway, please enjoy, and consider setting up a bird feeder if you’re in a suitable place to do so (also, if you own pets that shed a lot, brush them or bring their clumps of fur outside so the birds can use them for nests!).

I wish I could tell the birds

There’s life beyond this concrete bowl

Where you’ll be welcomed

And can feast

In frequency and abundance

Where your world doesn’t end

Under a tire

Sacrificed for nothing

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