March 17, 2017

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

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