Birds Poem by Tony Adah

I do not know
What the birds
Have eaten this morning
That makes them twirp
And jump from one
Idle electric line to another.
I am looking outside
Through my window
To the harbor side.
In the transluscent mist
I see them weighing down
On the sagging lines
Frolicking and preening their plumes.
They are not yet
Sure of the day
But I who should grin ear to ear
With my breakfast ready
I am here sullen
In a dilemma of some sort
Either to hail or hate the day.
Who will take me
To the school
Of the birds?
Teach me how to
Appreciate a new day
Even when I am not sure
Of what it carries
In its own Wings.