My Anthem
by Bryon D. Howell

Today I despise
They prey
on squirrels.
The first time I
fed a squirrel
by hand
without being bitten,
was the last
I put my hand
over my heart
to salute the
American flag.
I got tired
of sacrificing
unconditional love
for a prayer
on two
cruel wings.

Copyright © 2007 - Bryon D. Howell
Published: 6/7/07   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem