The Mechanical Bird

Its bright cellophane wings, blue, yellow, and deep brown

Its plastic parts and rubber band heart;

The way that it was wound

Up in front of its beck, with a little crank handle
 
Its mechanical thump and  its pump

It flapped as if it was going to break in two but, yet it rose up into

The skies every time

Every time It did rise

It danced upon the wind as if it was fleeing from sin
 
As it lifted its weary plastic body up and out of my hand

Gracefully into the evening air
 
As if it were real and without care

With every thump and pump of

Its mechanical heart and every turn of its wheels

It rose to the feat at hand

and

It flew all the higher with every pulse

It rose to the occasion of flight that night

It flew as if it was on its way to the moon

Then suddenly the wings folded in

Onto the neighbor's roof top with a thump

TV and Cb antennas it did miss and

It came to rest behind the smoking chimney
 
With all the rest and the best; of our stuff

Johnny's Boom A Rang

Timmy's autographed baseball by none other than the Babe!

Sally's Blue Bird Kite the one her Grandmother made for her

and

Now my wind up toy, that actually flew, too

I know, I'll never find another

What evil did the neighbor's roof top possess?
 
That it would and that it could

Claim all that we had and held so dear

Why would it gobble up our prized possions?
 
Leaving us in tears wondering and plotting when

In our revenge, we would claim our objects of delight again

Away from us, in this its, mountainous regions; they lie

Fiercely grasped now, with the December's snows

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man