Pop Bottle Chickadee

On a bright blue day I was born to stay, to sing in vain despite her. Underneath this thorny wreath, worn-out

teeth creak wider. Cracking up seed, pop bottle chickadee. Cracking up seed, pop bottle chickadee-dee-dee-

dee. On a quickening moon, a weather balloon, I was born too soon, born a fighter. In between the leafy green,

picking up steam beside her. Cracking up seed, pop bottle chickadee. Cracking up seed, pop bottle chickadee-

dee-dee-dee.