Birds at Sunset

The parrot and the toucan converse,

As the world below them continues

To move, and humans walk and walk.

Not long ago, they lived side by side,

One cage next to the other, but there’s

No sense talking about that now.

Now they’re free again, a parrot holding

A strawberry almost as red as his feathers,

And a toucan with a tasty banana.

They don’t talk about the pass, instead

They make plans for the future, imagine

Places to go, how to enjoy freedom again.

They haven’t forgotten how to fly,

Or how to sing, or how to dream,

And time is on their side.

They fly.