Birds talk language loudly this AM
in left- and right-winged flight
from branch to branch to branch,
lawn to lawn, power line to power line,
then back to nature’s haven, tree to tree.
Echoing banter trails in skies
much like humans bickering over definitions
of things like diversity and untied.
Oops, I actually mean united. Yes, united.
Oh, what states folks are in these days.
If we could just adjust our wings,
where, oh where would we fly?