Published on: 7/22/2013
Bird Church

On a thin black pew
in the sky
our feathered friends
line up for a leaf-free view
of The Bird God.
A loner
in the morning mist
hunches down
in his gray coat, stealing glances
at the congregation.
Communing in the form
of respectful silence,
Bird Church saves its singing
for a less holy time, or for danger.
The service is a short one,
Pastor Bird crowing on patience—
a few rudely exit.

Closing prayer, hearty twitters
of wish you well s
as the birds soar
away, toward work and family.