And Go For A Birdsong Ride Poem by Donal Mahoney

Spring will eventually arrive,
Tom tells his youngest daughter
looking out the window at the snow.

Take heart, he tells her,
and listen for the blue jays when
they build a nest in the sycamore

and chase away the other birds
that fly unwelcome into the tree
hoping also to start a family.

He tells his snowbound daughter
once she hears the blue jays' ruckus
spring will be here and she can wear

her jeans and pretty yellow jacket,
get on her tricycle with the other girls
and go for a birdsong ride.