Birds in the Cherry Tree
Pink flowers, red leaves
Bearing edible fruit, don’t eat them
Sour on the lips less red
Crushed under the heels of passers-by
Only some though, not many visitors come here
Stumps from the biannual trims
Former home of a beehive
Made them take the long way to the car
Former home of a bird’s nest
Moved away to live in the clouds
Watch through the window screen
Protected from the bees, they seem alright
Flight patterns anxious or jittery, depends on the day
Is it bad that you could relate
Two birds are light enough to share one branch
And to you, that’s amazing
Pecking in the morning rings in the bedroom walls
But it’s of little consequence
Waking is inevitable anyway
They fly away and return
And you want to know if it’s a spectacle to them too
If they don’t stay because they’re scared
It won’t be anymore if they stay too long
But keep coming back because it is
Wouldn’t it be so terribly beautiful
To be among the red leaves and pink flowers though
