By Jenifer Bonilla '22
Poor little birdy don’t cheep your tune
For the red white and blue won’t include you
Try to fill the air with medleys of melodies
You once gracefully chirped retracing your memories
How soon you’ve spread your wings
Delicate flutter while you refine your tune
While the wind turns violent and cowardly
For you can still tweet but you’re forced mute
You learn rules guard your trill
The system of sanctuary that helped perfect your hum
Now thrust out of your nest you hear the strain of truth
For coward headwind crescendos to your pace
Intrinsic, you glide through invisible borders and
Quiver near close foreign countries as you’re undesired
Soar near and your outro is pressed for
Yet the tempo in your windpipes crave for your chorus
You can warble another day when coward ears disappear
Search the whole sky worn out birdy
The climate will never be right for you
Hide your laments under your bruised wing and
Glorious hummingbird there’s a charm that will listen to you