Birdhouses

Three white birdhouses
sitting in a row on a fence
like tiny benevolences in the sun.
One is a light house
with a tiny twinkling light
in the tower
It's a small revolving mirror
powered by the breeze
and when the sun hits it just right
it seems bright enough to light
the world.
Two is a schoolhouse
with tiny bird brains to mold
I like to imagine
a wise old owl with a big full belly
an even fuller brain
with knowledge and experience
to impart to all the fledglings.
And if you pass by it closely
you can almost hear the
learning.
Three is a church house
with a tiny, clumsy steeple
and bird families and folk to uphold
and uplift
But this the birdies like least of all
Because they are already in Heaven
when they fly.