Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.
Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind.
-- Munia Khan
Let's try to see ourselves as birds of a different flock
each is twitting what comes natural to our kind
some of them not very musical, like a hawk
and some of us melodious and refined.
To a musically ignorant bird short for rhapsody is rap
while Mozart is the name of the newest tranquilizer
telling the mountain about musical generation gap
and somewhat suggestive of who might be wiser.
Which is clearly telling of wide variety of birds here
in this concrete, steel, and glass jungle of our own
some of the sounds coming from nothing but fear
others being mating calls, those very well known.
Then, some are trying to find a common tune
as if to establish a harmony in these woods
others just screech like a wounded baboon
ruthlessly spreading their crappy moods.
Then, similar are sound effects of a pop music type
with that screaming in the notes as if out of pain
only less annoying than the Scottish bagpipe
less painful than being run down by train.
Our rain forest displays so many different sounds
but after a while it's just one monotonous noise
so with much happening on the forest ground
it's a dynamics only a deaf person enjoys.
For, the less we hear them, the smarter they look
some even seem gorgeous until they start yapping
others bore you like they jumped out of a jungle book
so inspirational that they inspire for a good long napping.
© 2022 Val Karas