The Early-Bird Is A Fool

[Revolte]

The morning's breeze woke me
along with chords of early-birds,
all of which
are fools like me.

They sing “You're imperfect
and will always be.

You're caught in houses
of barbed-wire trees
from which you're falling
and hanging yourself.

The future is now
unless we die,
and if we die
at least we tried.”

Even fools can be great.

[cafolini]

It's a ship of fools?

[virtuoso]

A carpe diem rejoinder! I think the major difference is that birds are hunter gatherers. There pent-up energy is spent on subsistence (building nests, gathering food). Yet, this poem can work on a surreal plane. The Bible admonishes us to watch the birds, and other small creatures. They have no thought about tommorow. They do not worry about what they cannot control. I enjoyed your poem!