Urban Breakfast

The baby called; the mother came.
He’d barely time to squirm
Before she nosed around and did
Procure a slimy worm.

She plopped it in his waiting beak
And went to find another,
Providing for her offspring
Just like any other mother.

We watched them from the sidewalk
Of a New York City street,
A rarely-glimpsed scenario
Complete with pre-tech tweet.