To Birds: A poem by Laura

(This poem is directed at birds)

Why do you spend so much time on the ground,

when up in the trees you would be safe and sound?

Down here there are cars, and pedestrians scare you.

If you hopped in the street, under tires, few would spare you.


Given the choice between treetops and sod,

the decision to linger below just seems odd.

Perhaps birds don’t know how we envy their freedom.

Or maybe they’re just hoping someone will feed ’em.