Three poems
SONGBIRDS IN THE ORCHARD Wings flapping, vibraslapping, Sputtering and snorting like horses, Neighing, whinnying, and nickering, Tsk-tsk-ing, squeaking, snapping, squealing, scolding, Songbirds are just fussy squeeze toys. HIGHLIGHT REEL Endgame persona. Pull some lingo over. Metrics. Pleats, wrinkles. Glowering sun. Rainbow reveal. But plus things For awhile there Got crazy.