gullible

The sky ripples into the sea –
shades of blue,
shades of green –
as a young bird ponders
what he’ll have for his tea.

His thoughts shift onto the grey weather
that so reflects his soul.

Thinking about what his dead mother once told,
a small tear drips down onto his feather.

Be wise,
she had said,
and always eat your greens.
For if all you eat
is leftover meat,
stolen chips,
and little children’s ice cream,
the human will become your fiend.

He misses her dearly,
every single day.
Especially so,
when the times
are so dreary.

Where did the sun go?
When will it shine?

Perhaps when it does,
I might disappear,
for forever and longer;
anywhere,
as long as it’s not here.