When a tweet was a tweet

Many are amazed
Using words like “pontificating”
In their arrogant array of
Dictionary masturbating

To describe their wings

They’re songs.
Feathers spread proud
Children’s imagined playthings
There! eyes in blue jays clouds

For me it’s just pure bewilderment
To think of life lead by simple needs
Sure I love them because they can fly                                        with ease
When scared.                        into the breeze
To tops of trees.
To shit more seeds
But more It’s that every time I see their beaks
I ponder all that is to be
I become deathly sad, empty.                                 weak

Like a bird. Our purpose. eat.



If we think too much, well… poetry.

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