So you say
only birds gather
to crow and cackle,
perched on wires
their party line?
Yet I see
humans wearing blinders
yes-we-believing
crowing the party line,
trying to keep their perch.
My hope?
I sense winds shifting,
see phoenix regain strength
poised to regenerate
and soar again in truth.
Written for Misky’s Twiglet #181: so you say. Photo from pixabay.com