Monday, October 3, 2016

Birdie

Photo By Andre Kertesz
I found some paper birds
Circling around a sky that someone made for them;

It’s not a very big sky
Maybe 8x11,

With really soft watercolors folding into one another
Washing over gently gently.

I wonder
If they know

That their world could be much bigger
If only they could tear down the neatly ornamented

Walls that enclose them on either side.
I wonder the distances they could travel,

What they could become,
If their wingspan were allowed to stretch

Across mountains.
I wonder what it’s like for them

To have limited freedom
And not even know

Quit Buggin Me



Quit buggin me all the time
Quit buggin me, I didn't do a crime
Quit buggin me, you monstrous beast
Quit buggin me, I don’t wanna be your feast
Quit buggin me, don’t sit and pry
Quit buggin me, I’m about to cry
Quit buggin me, you ugly fly

A poem from 9 year old me.