Tree with a Bird in it — The Fowl of a Thousand Flights by Ridgely Torrence

_Ridgely Torrence_ (Who felt that the Bird did not sufficiently uphold Art.

) THE FOWL OF A THOUSAND FLIGHTS

Grackle, Grackle on your tree, There's something wrong to-day, In the moonlight, in the quiet evening, You will rise and croak and fly away;

Oh, you have sat and listened till you're wild for flight (And that's all right) But you have never criticised a single song (And that's all wrong) Lo, would you add despair unto despair?

Do you not care That all these lesser children of the Muse Shall sing to you exactly as they choose?

You are ungrateful, Fowl.

I wrote a poem, Once, in the middle of August, intending to show 'em That you should not Be shot: What saw I then, what heard?

Multitudes--multitudes, under the tree they stirred, And with too many a broken note and wheeze They sang what each did please....