The Squirrel

I wanted to write about a squished squirrel I saw on the road near my house last week. You can’t write a poem about a squished squirrel, my teacher said to me. I mean, you just can’t do it. Pick a sunrise or an eagle or a dolphin, he suggested. Pick something noble to lift…

The Crow

Where do crows fly, when their looking for a place to die Up to catch one final glimpse, from some place way up high Crows no where the dead are buried, Ca Ca a mournful sound Dressed in black, like natures preacher crowing at the ground Where do dolphins go, when they need some place…

The Sparrow

Glad to see you, little bird; ‘Twas your little chirp I heard: What did you intend to say? “Give me something this cold day”? That I will, and plenty, too; All the crumbs I saved for you. Don’t be frightened–here’s a treat: I will wait and see you eat. Shocking tales I hear of you;…

PIGEONS

What do pigeons do? They billow and they coo. What do pigeons know as they sit in a row? Not much, I think that’s fair But pigeons can fly in the air. And when pigeons want to rest they billow and coo on a nest. Tucked in under their pigeon legs, they can hatch more…