Poems Are Like Birds
Poems are like birds we create
and set free in the world.
Some, in bright-colored plumage,
make us proud as they sing melodic songs,
and soar above the trees,
flying toward the stars.
Others with dusty, black feathers,
embarrass us as they screech and squawk,
flap about in peoples' faces,
and then perch on utility wires,
leaving their droppings behind
splatted on parked cars.