Feed The Birds
"Feed the birds, feed the birds!" that's what she cries
standing along side the giant skyscrapers
arms outstretched to the passerbys
and the people brush past clutching their furs.
No birds are here now, they've all gone away,
no more larks to sing in the once lush trees.
And a small child, looking around one day
asks, "Why have the birds flown over the seas?"
The question rockets around the city.
Up the buildings and down through the Metro.
They scream it on the streets, oh so gritty.
"The Doves! The Sparrows! Gone! Where did they go?!"
"I know," says she in quiet contemplation
"But to bring them back, that's the question."