wings, migrating

peace on earth
and joy above
the skies aswarm
with flights of love
as flocks of birds
who wheel and soar
preserve the line
of dinosaur

and life goes on
as ages turn
however much
we slash and burn

the lords of air
whom we extol
as if we care
who seek the goal
of tropic shore
or northern pole
but miss their share
of lands we stole

twilight of the dogs

it isn't a sin
to pander to
the beast within

but when we let him
out to roam
is when the chickens
all come home