Do the birds sing their sorrows as sweetly as they sing their joys? Do birds find the miracle of their flight, as ordinary as we find our own footsteps? Do birds appreciate their feathered beauty, as people feel vulnerable in their skin?
Growing stack of unpayable bills, But still afford more sedative pills, A self-assured wrong-way car, Careens from the local bar, An artery-clogged heart skips a beat, Only a slice of delicate meat, Instinctual desires feed, Stalked by a desperate need, The old lion’s blind carnivore eyes, Dull canines sunk into zebra thighs, Burgeon moment of …
