Saturday, June 30, 2012

Station Birds

Back again this year you little flyers
Back to the neon signs and electric wires
In front of my station square
Feathers float frozen in the air
Ten thousand cries shrilling
Ten thousand birds milling

Those idiots from city hall
Shoot sonics of no effect at all
They stand and scratch their heads
To make their daily bread
Truth is I am content
Where your mating season is spent

No ones raises an eye
To the orange halogen sky
Save for once a year
When your flock draws near
And when you leave this street
They gaze back at their feet

I thank you from my heart
I will be sad when you depart
Although you sing gaily
In thronging compact amity
Here among the human herd
Such friendly song is seldom heard

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