birds can’t write

if birds knew how to write 

if someone taught them how to type

would they tell tales of life

or poetry from the soul

explain the reality of life

or tell of science of the whole

invent new archetypes 

or tell of the strife

would they watch movies to critique

or be wasted in the drink

these are questions of which i think

but maybe things would be the same

they would prefer to fly

to sing freely and joyously 

and leave it all behind

for a chance at the sky

enjoying the wind

sunshine and to look from on high

maybe the hope instead

is they teach me how to fly