House Finch on Your Hood
It's just us and the Chipping Sparrows, I suppose
I'm snapping sticks for the dog to chew
Would rather be swimming through sagebrush
But I'm planted on the pavement, no bird's eye view
The waves of bittersweet daydreams
Sizzle while I fry my imaginary egg
The catbird's kitten cry reminds us
You can't remember what you never knew.
Let's keep up with reckless stuff
The neckless scruffs while the rabbits run
Paws leaving prints will dry in the sun.
