~Why do I keep writing poems about birds? My flaw? Most likely...


Phoenix Excelsior

Have you ever heard the song

Drifting across the plains

From his perch, bravely seated

The Western Meadowlark?

Singing valiantly,

The wind blowing by

Carrying his song across the land

To cities far away.

From the twilight,

Past breaking dawn

The Meadowlark sings

His brave minute song.

Finally stopping,

The sun high above

The Meadowlark retreats,

Breaking his song.

Wind mourning sadly,

The Meadowlark's song dispersed

Jealousy growing, adding to the winds torment

The suddenly, the sun goes down

The Meadowlark returns

Bringing his song

The wind stops her rage

To carry the song.