And Go For A Birdsong Ride by Donal Mahoney

Spring will eventually arrive,

Tom tells his youngest daughter

looking out the window at the snow. 

Take heart, he tells her, 

and listen for the blue jays when 

they build a nest in the sycamore 

and chase away the other birds 

that fly unwelcome into the tree  

hoping also to start a family.

He tells his snowbound daughter

once she hears the blue jays' ruckus

spring will be here and she can wear 

her jeans and pretty yellow jacket, 

get on her tricycle with the other girls

and go for a birdsong ride.

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri. He writes poetry, fiction and nonfiction. Some of his work can be found at http://eyeonlifemag.com/the-poetry-locksmith/donal-mahoney-poet.html.