The Feeder and The Flock

[bird watching observations from my backyard hot tub as 

I ponder how insanely divided the world has become 2021]

The feeder,

the last bastion of civility,

where feathered friends, 

of many a color and creed, 

gather to sing, to frolic, to feed, 

always mindful, humbly,

of their differences,

but also, of their common need.

And the flock,

commingling at the feeder,

a way of life, so little strife,

for our feathered friends, 

as they choreograph, 

for all our eyes to see, 

the wonder of civility in motion, 

in harmony, in unity,

as one by one by one, 

they take turns at the seed.

Yes, the feeder and its flock,

an outdoor classroom 

with its teachers

aside a suet block,

divined to us to teach,

divined to preach, 

that civility, and all its virtues,

despite divisive times,

are not forever lost,

but are, with hope,

again within our reach.

The feeder.

The last bastion.