It’s actually kind of funny, because I saw the prompt after dark, and wrote the poem based on what I’d seen earlier in the day, but wanted a picture of the birds I’d seen that morning. The birds have yet to come back today, so maybe they’re making signs or already had the protest and I missed it.
Birds On Strike!
Like well-healed amputated fingers
The crepe myrtle’s bare limbs reached
Straining toward a bright blue morning sky
A sparrow lighted upon a white nub
Looked first one way, then another
Curious head jerking this way and that
Wondering, no doubt what had happened
To the tree that had been so glorious
So beautiful, a short two months ago
Another bird lighted beside the first
Then another and then a fourth
They darted glances all around
Studying the too closely manicured tree
I sensed a rebellion in the making
And could envision them marching
Along the brick planter wall
Little signs in their wings
Ban Pruning Shears!
Saws Are Evil!
Leave Trees Alone!
I chuckled then returned to my work
Copyright © 2014 C Mashburn
Wrote this in response to dVerse Poets Pub’s prompt, Poetics ~ Out the Window.