Songbird
The lonely butcher bird
Sings so beautifully for a mate
His aria so varied & bell-like
Is he the last of his kind
About these parts?
His kind pushed out
By housing developments
& invasive species
I ache with his pain
It’s almost too much to meditate on
Spring can be a cruel time
We don’t know why we flower so
& from whence come these passions
This primal need
Modern man
Would have it medicated out of us
That we should live in the world as drones
Sedation of the songbird
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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