She pushes a shopping cart, loaded with seed,
On
paths by the river and park
And
tosses out handfuls, believing she’ll feed
Every
pigeon and sparrow and lark.
The
pigeons swoop down, crowding railing and bench
As
they jostle to get their fair share
And
if anyone wants to sit down, well, the stench
Of
the droppings says they shouldn’t dare.
Yet
the lady with bird seed, she cares not a whit
For
the humans, but does she know that
All
the seed she distributes gives squirrels a hit
In
addition to each local rat?
The
creatures of cities don’t need to be fed;
They’re
industrious, savvy and slick.
So
I look at the seeds that this lady has spread
And
I wonder just what makes her tick.
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