A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

if humans were birds

“We are the sovereign lords
of it. We alone have mastered
the artificial and uncanny ability
to FLY - which separates us
from all the other living things
except bats, and see what we’ve
done with it! Why, we’ve flown.

All over the place! It’s crazy how
we dominate. Oh, true, bugs and
stuff - this is lower-order tool use
for sure. See how easy we eat them
for proof. We are the unnatural and
self-majestic sky-flying motherf*ckers,
motherf*cker!”

“But Skylar, what’re those silvery things?
We hear rumors they sucked Pelican Bob
into a wingmouth in a time of legend!”

“Did not Pelican Bob bring down the Anti-Bird?
Let’s have no more myth and metaphysics, these
legends have their place frightening the hatchlings.
They are fables.” “But we can see and hear them!”

“They are atmospheric phenomena.”

"We've seen them on the ground!"

"A hoax." 

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