by: Shirley Satterfield
Big Bird
I see a big-Daddy bird
With his wings outstretched
Flying free, free, free over me.
I want to fly away too
To the top of a solitary rock
To watch the sun go down
Like an ancient Indian
As he watches the last
glorious display of someone’s last day
In time.
I’m in the mood to say goodbye.
I’m in the mood to die.
Now
Up a new sun.
Gone the sad mood,
It’s time for breakfast,
Hot-diggity-dog, where’s the food?