Generation of Birds

Grandpas love for birds

is clearly expressed; with

at least four houses

and enough baths

for each it seems, they

are amused and always welcome.



Mom wished for a bird bath,

and more bird feeders;

she wanted a piece of her father

close by and in sight;

binocular, also like him.



Sister now

has a bird house hanging from

her tree, possibly telling

her daughters of their great-grandpa’s

love for birds. She loves them too,

like mom.



I would like a bird house someday.

In Thought

take my poems

and seal it with

bound or spirals,

dedicate it to the

dear one who inspired

me.



read it, and in my voice

picture the

drive in which

my hand recorded

for I cannot write

and feel at any time

in daylight



I need sunlight and birds,

dark room and fan

my heart and my interests.

Grocery Birds

first, one bird rumored and threatened

then I spy another; this other bird, at least

it has company, but no feed.

They flap rapidly, sending them

across the enormous

ceiling, without smashing and breaking.



Birds don’t belong in retail;

shoo them out of their unrealistic habitat

hide away the slingshot and hope they find

the exit with light.