The nervous watchful

Eye of the bird

Scanning for food

For foe--

The bird seeks its own

When you reach out

A hand in solidarity

It flies away

Jet trails

The smoke of where

You have been

Illuminated by the evening sun

Before the smoke

Dissipates among the clouds 

WASP

Not a pretty dear

Its contact toxic

The slightest human response

To its silent touch

A sting

Fashioned by its creator

With blackboards filled with hows

Where is the why of the sun

Or the cloud hanging in mid-afternoon

Or the life that comes and goes

Why is there why--

The birds sing at twilight

When the rooms are empty

A paid friend is

Better than none

Black

White

Gray

They

The binary world's

A sham

Despite the highest wall

The mourning dove

Has one song

That it repeats

To the busy world