Written by: julie heckman

Your yellow tuxedo with black bow 
tie and upper parts salt and pepper.
A pointed beak, the Meadowlark 
allocates his time exploring daylight, 
alone, living on the ground. As the 
wings of his heart take flight he will 
sing with a charming flute-like song 
to attract his lover. I play his striking 
speech and the sparrows gather 
around my doorstep. So brilliant, 
wild and free to fly amidst 
the western skies.