Thoughts on a Telephone Wire

By Tom Mach

I land on a telephone wire

to give my wings a rest.

Soon a sparrow and a robin

drop in to chat with me.

“Those humans are strange, one says

“Yes, says the other,

they browse shops yet buy nothing,

always in a hurry to go nowhere.

I laugh in my chirping sort of way.

“Well, let me tell you what’s odd,

birds of a feather sing together,

but why not so with humans?

“Ah, Maya Angelou knew, says the robin.

A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer,

it sings because it has a song.