Be like a sparrow, that parakeet in drab.
Yes, teeter on Niagara’s brink,
but don’t be greedy. Drink the flood
one beak-full at a time. Spin off
your clinging parasites and grime.
Sweep clean the world with wee-est wings,
content to be not seen, not heard.
Leave accolades for bigger birds.
And words, to parrots and their ilk.
No need for speech, one cheep tells all.
Don’t flee these woodlands in the fall.
Peck through the winter’s crust to feed.
And in the spring, when flocks return,
let brasher migrants screech and preen
as if they own this place they left.
Forgive their heists and petty thefts.
Enough to feast on what they leave.
Your summer banquet’s in the duff.
Find seeds enough on forest floors.
Be living proof that less is more.