Red String

by Jon Fotch

The birds chittering away this morning

Crazy and fighting. Spring has come

They fight over straw and a piece of foil

A red string

Spring has come but the sky is winter

There is yet frost in the clouds

You know by the way the light goes

The birds spook and scatter

One wins the string

The others circle away, but not too far

They never go far

They have come to dance

Full of all the world's vicious possibility