poetry

for Quickly: GI:GO

Simplify

Whatever
a bird thinks
it is, it doesn’t
call itself a bird. A ball
doesn’t (I presume)
think anything,
let alone anything
global. A ball
is a sphere. I know
because I was told.
There are no
categories
where there are
no brains. Leaf.

Advertisements

7 thoughts on “for Quickly: GI:GO”

  1. “it doesn’t call itself a bird” – there’s a bird, if that’s the right word, that thinks it’s a breaching whale in my bird bath. I have to refill it every time it takes a bath.

    Like

    1. There’s something (haven’t caught it in the act, yet) pretending to be a goldfinch at our thistle feeder. Mess, mess. All over the porch. The sparrows must be paying it, because they reap the benefits.

      Like

Join the conversation

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s