The Starling Song
One day a Starling did speak with his brother
He twittering and whistled ten minutes or more
On and on about preening and bees,
About sly cats that hide in the trees
How he lost brown bread by the blue porch
'twas a small piece he said, seriously, not much
The wind pushed and pulled at one feather
Life was generally good - except for wet weather
With the verdigris lines beneath their sharp feet
The hounds of winter waiting below on the street
This conference was held a bit after six
Every evening they'd meet just to sharpen their beaks
High voltage lines swung back and then forth
Humming some tune about the cold further north
And while he bobbed on the high tension wire
He sang his sad song with terror and fear
“The bell would toll on a late autumn day
The bell would toll and the dogs still say”
“Only humans and fools butcher then weep
Like dogs, they dream, and cry in their sleep”
“When mankind's wars are all long past
Bones like crystal chime in the tall grass”
“Starlings will gleefully sing as they must
The Bells toll poorly when covered with rust”
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