I’m excited to share an insight we both need to hear, and for which I thank the birds.
Today I watched their fluttering and listed to their anxious outcries as their chase carried on —
Lord, the fuss kicked up about a measly morsel one wanted to himself, and the other to be shared.
Over the dried thistles in the neglected garden, atop the terrace and onto the paving stones they wrangled,
Like enemies incapable of returning to their wire roost as friends.
But for all their bickering and frenetic flight, rest assured, they’ll flock together tonight
Because everyone, even the birds, fight.
And so it was that before long they were communing like kin.
We too can settle on the right note, so let’s.