A Bird’s Blues

This poem is about the environment. It was written using blues stanzas.

Don’t know which way to fly
To find a warmer zone
Don’t know which way to fly
To find a warmer zone
The other birds have left
And I am all alone

Each time I lay my eggs
The shells are thin and break
Each time I lay my eggs
The shells get thin and break
It makes me crazy blue
When my nest I must forsake

The bugs I eat are dyin’
So quickly from the land
The things I eat are dyin’
So quickly from the land
And if I get much weaker
I’ll just sleep upon the sand

They say I’ve got to swim
But I think I’m out of luck
It’s either sink or swim,
But I must be out of luck
I’m glidin’ through the waves
But I ain’t no freakin’ duck

I’m lookin’ for a haven
In which I can be healed
I’m lookin’ for a shelter
In which I might be healed
I’m just lost and dyin’
In this electric field

(written July 2019)

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