"Global Warming" is the latest poem to be added to my growing Snowetry collection. It is a short, traditional ballad--three quatrains of rhyming iambic tetrameter. The poem did not begin as political commentary, but ended up taking a jab at those bird brains on the left who are so arrogant as to believe that they understand anything about global climatology. In fact, by calling those bozos "bird brains," I insult the birds, who know more than humans do about the climate, the changing of the seasons, and the rhythms of the earth. For example, a Starling (pictured, looking angry in its winter plumage) knows when to change the color of its feathers. Given the domination of the left in the industry, I doubt the poem will ever get published as a stand-alone, but it may reach the public as part of a collection. Anyway, a poet can dream.