Aspiration to Birds’ brains

See how even leaves of fresh-born plants
Strain to catch the lovely touch of light,
Leaning out for love, for growth, for strength-
All the good that’s hidden in the night?
Watch the reedy necks of baby birds
Stretched to almost painful thinness when
Parents bring them food? Their clamor’s meant
To catch attention of their parent then.
Creatures that need all the same things we
Must have to have a happy life at length
Know they cannot passively lie back:
Even these know they must use their strength.
Yet we who have the freedom of the vote
Sit home, repeating our complaints by rote.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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