Dance Macaw

Their vibrant plumes

have tales to tell

They swim the air,

and communicate

socially with all

Flock, a grouping

of peers, so aptly

coined a word

With wings

oft spanning feet

in length

Mating for life

and sharing deep

Offering up to

sixty years of love to keep

And friendship

to any and all

that choose to

hear their call

Alas

their adaptability

to life as a pet,

is a reason

for their

being taken away

The danse macabre

wouldn’t flap it’s wings

so mightily,

if only these

living sculptures

wouldn’t so easily

capture the heart

of man

A Contemporary Love

A contemporary love to find,

One to hold close,

One to share the proximity of the soul,

A contemporary love,

Where inhibitions are left behind,

There are no judgments or labeling,

Only infallibility rules this land

 Unrequited everything coming from the others hand,

A contemporary love is hard to find,

Scouring through the sea of unworthy

Recycling those who may have had an off day,

Hoping the corner turned reveals a lighted path

Where that unknown face will become unmasked,

A contemporary love,

You must believe,

One day a line be drawn

And it will be unavoidable

The trip from head to feet,

Without faith, without an innate belief,

Each step you walk,

Will sink you deep