Birds, My Thoughts
Amazing these creatures.
They keep coming back to build a nest on my porch.
I say no, but they do not listen.
Without asking , they build anyway.
So I knock it down again and again and again.
Birds are psychotic I say, but just maybe it's me
I quite enjoy the battle.
After a time I ask why.
Why do they keep coming back.
Then it dawns and I see no leaves in the trees.
Oh I think. They are not psychotic at all.
They are so smart. My porch shelters them from the weather, which
I say in a psychotic way.
Maybe im insane instead. Doing the same thing over and over
expecting a different end to the story.
Now wait a minute!
So do they.
Copyright © Ray Zottola | Year Posted 2020
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