Blue Birds and Eagles
A new neighbor moved in next door
seems nice enough-a bit eccentric
plays his music with vigor and verve
but I don't mind because I fancy noisy birds-
He said,once upon a time he'd a billion friends
who'd give him rides to Starbucks in electric vehicles...
but they turned sour after he'd purchased a one song bluebird,,,
plucked stones from its throat-freed it from its cage.
They didn't fancy that the bird had more diversity of song
and that it looked more like an eagle now
and refuses to be bought-
He said the good news was that he'd made 2 billion new friends,
and that some even give him a lift in their gun racked
gas powered pick up trucks...
how ironic is that.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2022
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