THE SONG BIRD

i keep a song bird for good luck
bars of the cage are gold/her notes are golden
she attracts Heaven.Angels wing in on the heads of pins
to hear trees crash in a forest.When i sleep,
she warbles lullabyes.When i wake-sunrises!
She connects me to a world of melodies
and i wake up with wings on.
It is hard to believe folk eat their birds-
they keep them close,then serve them
up for breakfast.My world is wide as wings
She is too thin to do other than sing
My little sparrow Piaf.

CAT ATTRACTION
All our cats have chosen us-
they came (mysterious)
out of an unknown past
with dubious street heritage
rescued like Atlantis
In their eyes,they own us
Each one lived as ally /friend
until cat time ends.They knew
before we did-cats are like that
They attract.Then release
better than we can.

TALKING WITH BIRDS
In a tree,singing each to each,and we
overhearing their sweet gossiping,eavesdropping
start to imitate their mimesis.Sky laughs with birdsong!
Ripples of sweet syrup notes forged counterfeit
as we follow form without content.High
in these trees are keys of melodies
that ask us to listen deep.If we connect,
just as you'd expect-we would be the birds
we so imitate.