Bird Songs
Brandon Cook
At first, bird songs were only beautiful, popping wide the eyes of the child
And then we grew and learned about territory and talons, and how certain songs were made for war and warning
And finding it not so different in the skies than the dirt below, we sighed
Knowing the truth, at last, on every side
But I must remember that
As my mom once sang to me,
So now a little wren sings a song to her chick, nestled in their nest
Its strains are softer than the call to war, and yet:
A little bird sings to its chick and cuddles close
To keep away the cold