Bird Up A Tree
I’m a bored venerable bird
up a tree, brimming over
with a serious lassitude
of the same old songs
sung by the same tired throats.
I’m ready to relinquish
the golden bough where
I’ve clung since my prime
brandishing brilliant tail feathers
a celebrated dervish of my breed.
I’m ready to bribe anyone
to drop me into a dirigible balloon
raise me up where I can trill a trillion
new tunes, trade my lavish tail feathers
for the brown lark’s heavenly notes.