9 NOVEMBER, 2016 written by Carol Hopkins
The birds outside my window don’t seem to realize Donald Trump
is their President.
They peck for seed placed by Charlie on concrete walls
that enclose our friend’s porch.
They are oblivious to the walls of this world.
Satisfied, even without health insurance.
Millions of dollars have been spent here on houses with a view of the river.
The bluejay having eaten his fill
is lifted by his own wings into a hundred foot fir tree.
For him the view is free.