Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Henbit and Chickweed













If henbit could cluck
And chickweed could chirp
Then green-combed roosters
In fine flowered finery
Would be to spring
What their avian counterparts are today:
Sound settings to wake people up
The good old fashioned way.
For few avian patriarchs
See enough light of day
To remember their job to greet it,
Subsisting as they do in free-range factories
To feed cloned appetites.
If henbit could cluck
And chickweed could chirp
Would they spread gloom and doom gossip
Of a weed killer come to judge the earth?