Eight birdsperched on a lamp-postextending over the highwaygrip against tremorscaused by wind upriverand the Prime Chix truckroaring underneathPremiere Poultry Distributionall the way from Foodmart RoadEight birdsperched on a lamp-postwish they were someplace elseanywhere but this lamp-postsquawk incessantlyabout their outrageand seem to have forgottenthe prime directive about birds--they know how to fly
For Corey’s wishing prompt to the Real Toads: HEART’S DESIRE
And #19 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!
Ha, I relate a little too closely with those birds right now.........lots of flapping and cawing, little movement. I love a poem that has eight birds in it.
ReplyDeleteNever forget the Prime Directive!
ReplyDeleteReminds me a little of facebook. When I'm tired of all the complaining and hate I fly away. Great take
ReplyDeleteWhy complain about a situation when you know how to fly! That is a piece of advice I shall keep close to my heart.
ReplyDeleteYour ending lines are perfect! Indeed, birds do better when there's less squawking and more flying.
ReplyDeleteHa--terrific. Keep it up, Marian. k.
ReplyDeleteI think we often fail to see what's right in front of our beaks..
ReplyDeleteFlying is key, nice one Marian!
ReplyDelete...and the fact they COULD be poultry in a semi-truck. NOTHING as depressing as that. Yes, sometime I think people just love to squawk instead of doing something about it.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely a poultry truck passing under those birds.
DeleteIn a word .. delightful!
ReplyDeletePrime directive...lol, what a great poem Babyluv. This should be turned in to a short animated film. Just saying'.
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