Thorns and Birds

Birds, little

birds frolic,

fight and flutter

through the deadly

snarl of branches

of a rose bush

in my yard.

It’s a metaphor.

Life is full

of blooms and

thorns and why

not play amid

the complexities

of life? I

built the birds

a house for their

enjoyment. They

do not care.

They do not

use it much.

More fun to

jazz among the

deadly thorns

and roses.