Bird Feeding Parable
We watched a tiny bird arrive,a tentative,
tiny explorer scout.
She poked, pecked, tried to derive if it was
just a nibble or a full meal out.
A chickadee, in her striped dress,
is suddenly chipper and alive
with promises of seeds, nuts. Bless
this wintry day, she says. I might survive
after all. Her thoughts were quite
less hopeful before our feeder was in sight.
Her trek has now inspired a following.
Cardinals, wrens, nuthatches, finches
nibbling and picking and swallowing.
Different species, separated by less than inches,
dart from branch to bowl. They’ve agreed on an order.
Places calmly claimed. No one is hollering.
No one has railed about a fence or border.
Alight, then aloft. No regrets, no wallowing
in greed. Territory ceded without a fight.
Life lessons in which we should all delight.