The Dog and the Blackbird

Somewhere, a dog is running through a field

chasing the blackbirds that feed in the grass

and isn't it wonderful

to be the dog—

tongue lolling,

ears flapping, heart leaping,

running with abandon in the fresh air

The birds take to the air

twirling, gliding, darting

and isn't it wonderful

to be the blackbirds—

who, when met with disturbance

take to the air and fly