she envied him his wings

She had a conversation with a crow.
   He laughed at everything she said.
You wouldn’t define his affability
   as friendship, exactly,
nor would he seem unfriendly,
   despite a slightly ominous cackle--
he could be ridiculing her, I suppose,
   or he could find her hilariously funny.
As tedious as their encounter had become
   she would not shoo him away for being a bird.
She envied him his wings.
   Liberty comes in lightness of load. 

Liz McFadzean 

I dedicate this poem to the lost children of Uvalde, Virginia Tech, Sandy Hook, Parkland, Columbine and Nickel Mines.  When Jesus said “Suffer the little children to come unto me,” this is NOT what he meant.  If you own guns, I am sure you are a responsible gun owner.  But I implore you, especially those of you with Republican Senators, to ask for them to move the needle on gun control one baby step…. improved background checks at the very least.  And while we’re at it, who really NEEDS an automatic weapon other than the military and maybe a police SWAT team?  

photo of Aerie by Gretchen Bayer