If only I were a bird
Fluffing feathers to increase my girth
And insulate my true worth
Staying warm this way instead,
Despite the bitter cold and dread.
But I am no bird. I am but a girl
Old enough to know better
On such bitterly cold days,
Watching my freedoms iced over,
Under Nazi salutes
And executive dis-orders.
Instead of fluffing feathers
I reach for carbs to increase warmth
And fill a need birds too feel
When cold grips the air we breathe
And hot words blow smokily
To cover the lies and foolery
Meant to limit our ability to fly.
We have a lot in common, the birds and I.
We are both on endangered species lists,
Fearing our days of flying free are numbered.
We both try to increase in size
That we may create warmth and strength inside,
And fool bullies not so wise,
Who would block our way
On freedom’s journey to better days.
If I were a bird, could I simply fly away?
Instead, I wait and fuel my body.
I wait in trust for better days.
annarino writes 