Chickadee
Chickadee,
I decree
A fine day.
Dart away
From your cage
And engage
In brave flight,
So you might
Flee the croup.
Hope you swoop
Into ham,
Apple jam,
And French bread,
Or instead
You will lose
The bright hues
Of your plumes.
Flu consumes
Scrawny birds;
Heed my words
And take care.
Slip the snare
That does pinch
My wee finch.
Hopes abound
That aground
You won’t be,
Chickadee.
onion flowers
cotton plants in Indiana University greenhouse at Jordan Hall.
swimming in the lake with the dog
thesis!
