Poetry: Bird Highway
July 7, 2021
Bird Highway, by Pamela Leavey Bird highway with lots of fast food stops all around the house. Cardinals in pairs, Sparrows by the dozen. Why lately we’ve spotted six Bluebirds almost daily. The Bluebirds are special. They are of course— The Bluebird of Happiness. Look, look at me, said the bird in the tree. What if you were like me flying free. Fill the suet, stock the seed we will all be by to sing our songs. All different, our colors. All vibrant our feathers as delicate as a breeze. If you build a bird highway, They will make it their regular flyway.
