Mynah Birds

I'm sorry that today is not working
The sun has dried up all the feeling
That might sound strange to hear
Heat has this penchant for steeling

See the mynah birds bounce about
They take everything that is in reach
Perhaps theyíll take us away as well
Leaving only our hollowness of speech

But this is only one of a thousand days
No need to have that birdís desperation
Tomorrow comes the same to all things
For it knows not a degree of separation

Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-17 at 10:19

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This is a poem to repeated by those that wish to die. A great poem but one that makes me fear for your wellbeing

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
In other words, what Americans call, "the same ol', same ol." Nicely written, Dave.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
You are so right that we humans are the only ones who separate time by days and hours and weeks, etc. I imagine animals only see the change of seasons.
Mynah birds ... I hadn't heard of them in years. :) Maybe they don't fly this way.