Today’s word is “persiflage” ... pur-suh-flahzh ... light, bantering talk or writing. (Dictionary.com)
Birdies
In the trees I hear them,
They tweet in persiflage,
They tweet in persiflage,
They hop branch to branch frenetically,
And hide in nature’s camouflage.
What if someone studied us, as we,
Keep track of all these creatures?
Binoculars trained on all our ways,
Distinguishing our features?
What if someone studied us, as we,
Keep track of all these creatures?
Binoculars trained on all our ways,
Distinguishing our features?
Would they wonder why we travel,
Back and forth to work,
Back and forth to work,
Or find food in restaurants,
Or converse with all our quirks?
Or converse with all our quirks?
Would they be so fascinated,
They’d put some of us in jars,
With holes in all the lids of course,
They’d put some of us in jars,
With holes in all the lids of course,
If they were to take us very far?
Would our humor make them smile?
Would our singing make them weep?
Would we make good pets for some of them?
Would our humor make them smile?
Would our singing make them weep?
Would we make good pets for some of them?
Or would they think us weak?
Perhaps we’d surprise with our intelligence,
Perhaps we’d surprise with our intelligence,
Or inspire with our art,
Or maybe they would let us go,
Or maybe they would let us go,
When we had done our part.
The creatures all around us,
Blithely come and go,
Unaware of our intentions,
Unimpressed with what we know.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2019