Kevin Michael Bloor

Free Birds

We envy all those winging birds

that sing sublimely without words.

Above the vulgar and ill-bred

they soar and swoop, while we instead

 

are forced to nest beside this pleb,

like flies tied up in spider\'s web,

beset by noxious neighbour’s noise;

discord and din; yes, he enjoys!

 

The Bedlam of his baying hound

he savours as the sweetest sound

that ever graced this street of dreams.

Perhaps it’s just to us it seems

 

we’re at the gruesome gates of hell,

both damned, beside brute beast to dwell.

That\'s why we envy birds that fly

across the silent, sacred sky.