“Songbird”

By Thomas Page

Songbird, songbird outside my window now
How is the world out there? Are there cool days,
Ways for you to get seed or other things?
Wings unfurled and no longer young fledging
Edging along the window’s glass it flies
Wise to our questions that it needn’t know.
Grow like a hatchling, without want or hate.
Paint your heart with pleasantries and never
Waver under false pretenses and set out
Flout the mysteries of the human world.