by Carol Gioia

Created on: February 16, 2009   Last Updated: April 16, 2011

My window to the world
is shielded by a tree,
birds take up residence
and chirp their songs to me.

Sitting at my computer,
gazing out in reverie,
my muse is oft inspired
by the feathered friends I see.

Their happy little serenades
are void of rumination,
they welcome all who come to perch
without discrimination.

It suddenly occurs to me,
the irony is absurd,
living in peace and harmony
is strictly for the birds.

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