Sunday, May 13, 2018

poem of the day May 13


Nesting birds flying
with beaks full of plastic twine
I wonder if they think
our plastic is divine
Is it something they now seek 
when building a nest
Something easier to weave
better then last years natural brush
Are they cursing humans 
for this giant man made mess
Or has the plastic waste


been song bird blessed?

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