It's a riot

            ha-ha

birdsong beating back

the grey plexi-glass shields of shock troops

sent out by the failing state

of night to put down

a dawning revolution

but only light

and liberated skies

wide open like idealized democracy

will quiet the winged mob

up in arms

even without them

thank God

someone's out there, early morning,

fighting for freedom

of musical expression

while the rest of us

dream about dreaming

something in common…

 a lucid forest

with towering green monuments

in honor of the many birds

who so heroically carried the day.