Not A Bird In Sight
May 10, 2022
The sky is battered and bruised.
The leaves shake with anxiety.
Branches snap off trees like
A pencil in the hand of a wild first grader.
Not a bird in sight.
Did they know?
Do birds sense danger all around them?
I guess birds do not owe humans
Any favors.
Thunder claps its hands and stomps its feet.
Lightening makes itself be known with
Its white streaks that can blind a star.
The trees tussle and rustle with each other.
I do not understand why?
Why do they fight even though they all
Face the same danger?
Who am I too judge?
The wind is the guiding hand
Of what humanity calls direction.
