If ever I came into a ton of money,
I’d build a sanctuary city for little birds.
Little lifeforms that rarely live full lives,
devoured by bigger birds, always
living in fear of predators on the hunt.
The city would be a giant aviary well
supplied with food, sunshine and trees.
For once, little birds would have a
safe world to live in never to be
killed and devoured by larger avian
prey, able to live full, fear free lives.
The thought of this sanctuary city
makes me wonder if when little
birds die, they go to something
akin to a sanctuary city heaven.
Bob Boyd