Burbanksy

In Hollywood, pigeons eek out hard-scrabble lives in the shade. They fling their wings, well-worn where movies are made. Privileged doves are let go at the occasional funeral parade. Otherwise they stay cooped up in roosts while other plans are laid. “Where shall we go next?” they cry.   “Where shall we sleep tonight?” “Will we have some bread today?” and, “Why is he so white?” These are the pure ones, which seem so elusive, so high. Symbols of the Holy Spirit with the power to soar the sky above, And conquer gravity with ease, as a prayer for love and peace. Of course, the Owl is always wise; he’ll remind us to close our eyes To foul weather, bones, and feathers; shell accounts and tax-free havens. Cardinals trump the cranes and loons; hawks mind the crows and ravens. But double eagles are twice the fun as banded roadrunners, on the run... Life is for the birds!  Swallows and swifts, finches and twits. Every egret regrets every day it sits; every al