Three Birds

Three birds sat next to me today,

A Wren, a Thrasher and a faunchy, young Jay

The Wren was a mother whose eggs were at rest

in the house in the sky where she tended her nest.

The Thrasher, a dancer who hopped to the sky

and jigged in mid-air just to capture a fly.

The Jay was a plane painted a fierce shade of blue,

whose diving-bombing antics caused many to rue.

To me they sang sweetly this early Spring May,

And their whistles became voices that seemed now to say...