Many are amazed
Using words like “pontificating”
In their arrogant array of
To describe their wings
Feathers spread proud
Children’s imagined playthings
There! eyes in blue jays clouds
For me it’s just pure bewilderment
To think of life lead by simple needs
Sure I love them because they can fly with ease
When scared. into the breeze
To tops of trees.
To shit more seeds
But more It’s that every time I see their beaks
I ponder all that is to be
I become deathly sad, empty. weak
Like a bird. Our purpose. eat.
If we think too much, well… poetry.