Maybe there’s a God above
But, all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
This nesting season, the Western Bluebird nesting boxes were taken over by
European Starlings. It wasn’t my intention to harbor this aggressively invasive
species, but once it happened, what was I to do? Steal the eggs? Kill the
fledglings? Poison the parents?
Last nesting season, exactly one year ago, my heart was taken over by a secretive, shady motherfucker. It wasn’t my intention to harbor this egotistical liar, but once
it happened, what was I to do? Cut my bleeding heart out? His? Call the passion
police?
So I did the next best thing, I disappeared without a trace, because all
I’ve learned from love is how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.
The baby starlings will soon fledge. I will clean the nesting box out and
hope for Western Bluebirds someday.
My Love is for the Birds - Sketches 