Pinioned Prescriptions: Two Sonnets
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Ornithological Therapy
If birds obliged, they might resolve to aid
Us in disorders of the heart and mind.
The robin might come hopping from our shade
And offer us some happinesses signed
A Robin bird- Captured Live in Nature Hopping Around Near a Body of Water birds inc. (youtube.com)
In orange and pertness, hop, hip, jump. The voice
Of blackbird in the gloaming of the day
Could tempt to perk up, or perhaps rejoice
At least a little, even skip, sashay
Like in a square dance as a treatment step.
The swooping of the swallows up above
Might elevate us towards them, add the pep
We need inside our ribs as a feathered love.
The singing of the mockingbird, not quite
Unending, might shift down the threat of night.
The Bird World Blazes Hope
The pheasant claims that dust does not exist
By showing us his metal feathers, bronze
And gold — and gild-like copper, feathers kissed
