failure is like a bird
fluttering in and out my
window
singing it’s chirpings
like they were
actual music

his wings are ugly
he has scars and
his feathers are unkempt

there is failure I say
as it flies away
again

it’s not exactly bad
to see him once in a
while but lately I’ve
been seeing him a
little too often for
comfort

but life is has its risks
and if you want to see
the sparrow of success

or

the bluebird of happiness

or even

the vultures
of determination

or

the eagles of
faith

you’ve got to put seed out for all of them

so as the bird of failure
flies away into the void
I spread sunflower seed
and fruit pits hoping that
someday I will see the red
bird of love