CROW AND KITTEN AS TEACHERS

BIRDS FLYING WITH WORDS
by Me

THERE ARE CHILDREN CRYING
OLD PEOPLE SIGHING
BIRDS FLYING
PEOPLE WAVING WANDS
MAGIC EVERYWHERE.

FLOWERS IN YOUR HAIR
BATS IN YOUR BELFRY
BEES IN YOUR BONNET
BELLS GOING OFF
MODUS OPERENDI POP.

MUD IN YOUR EYE
RESTRICTIONS APPLIED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE
NOISE REDUCTIONS
PRETTY SEDUCTIONS

LOTUS BLOSSOMS PONDS
PROMISES IN THE NUDE
FROGS SITTING ON LOGS
GOLDFISH SWIMMING BY
WHAT ELSE IS NEW, DUDE?

BOYS DOWN ON THE FARM
MEN PLACED IN HARM’S WAY
OWLS IN THE BARN OUT TO LUNCH
NOTHING GOOD TO SAY
ABOUT ANY OF THEM.

GEESE FLYING HIGH IN THE SKY
STRONG WINDS BLOWING ACROSS THE LAND
WHAT DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?

WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?
WHO REALLY CARES?
FEATHERS IN YOUR HAT, BEWARE!
SUMMER FAIRS ARE OVER
AUTUMN SAILS ALONG

BLOW IT ALL OFF
SHAKE YOUR BOOTY
MOVE ALONG, SOLDIER
DUTY BOUND
DETAILS, MAN, DETAILS

DOGS PEE ON TREES,
CATS TRY TO PLEASE
FOOD'S IN THE BOWL
ITS ALL THEY NEED.
WHEN DOWN ON YOUR KNEES
ALL THEY WANT IS FOR YOU TO PET THEM.

ONCE THERE WAS MANHATTAN,
A MERE FALLACY.
NOW ITS A CITY GONE MAD
ONCE THERE WAS THE MAD HATTER
NOW THERE’S JUST ALICE.

ONCE THERE WAS SNOW IN WONDERLAND
NOW THERE’S JUST EPCOT
ONCE THERE WAS NEW ORLEANS
NOW THERE’S NOTHING LEFT
BUT A PROMISE TO REBUILD IT.

NOW THERE ARE EMPTY WORDS
YET MAGIC’S STILL THERE

WHERE ARE THE MAGICIANS
WHERE ARE THE CLOWNS?
WHY ARE YOU FROWNING?
SHOULDN'T YOU BE LAUGHING?

WHY DO ROADS LEAD YOU
OUT OF TOWN
INSTEAD OF HELPING YOU
TO GET THERE.

IT APPEARS ALL THE MAPMAKERS HAVE GONE HOME TO BED WITH THE MAPS.

THE WAIT IS LONG
INTERMINABLE IT SEEMS SOMETIMES
FOR RESTRICTIONS
TO BE LIFTED.

IT SEEMS WAR
HAS NO BEGINNING
HAS NO END
IT JUST HANGS THERE.

LIKE I SAID, HUMANS PULLING TEETH, PULLING HAIR.

OH WELL, SIGHED
THE OLD MAN OF A POET
I NEED TO TAKE MY DOG
OUT FOR A WALK
HE NEEDS TO PEE.

(HE DID HIS BUSINESS, WE'RE BACK!)

BACK TO THE BUSINESS
FOR THE DAY.
I’VE GOT TO FINISH
WHAT I STARTED TO SAY:

I WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW
THAT BIRDS ALWAYS FLY
ACROSS MY SKY
MY DOORS ARE ALWAYS OPEN
EVEN WHEN I TRY TO CLOSE THEM.

THE BIRDS DON’T SEEM TO MIND.

THEY FLY RIGHT
THROUGH THE NETS WE SET UP TO RESTRICT THEM,
LIKE INSECTS, THEY STILL GET THROUGH.

I DON’T HAVE ANY ILLNESS
I HAVE FEW NEEDS
I DON’T MISS THE HOE I USED TO HAVE AT MY DISPOSAL
TO PLANT MY SEEDS.

I DON'T HAVE A BEAD ON ANYTHING

TO PREPARE THE GROUND
FOR PLANTING WEEDS ALL AROUND
WITH BETTER IDEAS, I SUPPOSE
THEY HAVE OTHER PLANS

PERHAPS THEY TOO WILL FLY AWAY ONE DAY

GO TO A DIFFERENT LAND
A DIFFERENT CITY
A DIFFERENT PLACE
TO RAISE THEIR CHILDREN
IN THE SAND

BIRDS, BEES, PLANTS, TREES AND SEEDS. THEY DON’T MISS A BEAT
THEY DIDN’T MISS THEIR BOAT
MY SHIP OF FOOLS HASN’T COME IN YET EITHER
MY IDEAS WITH WORDS ARE A MIRACULOUS FEAT IN THEMSELVES
JUST FINDING THIS PAGE.

THEY SIMPLY FLOAT SILENTLY ON AGELESS WIND
WITH THE BIRDS THAT TOOK ME WITH THEM!

AHO!