The Bird’s Prayer

 

 

Our Feather, which art in Heaven,

Hollow be thy bone.

Thy wingdom come. Thy trill be done

On Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day Israeli bread.

And forgive us our tresspasses,

As we forgive men who pass laws

Against us.

And lead us not into Penn Station;

But deliver us some weevils.

For thine is the wingdom

(The flower and the gory)

For feather and ever.

 

A wren