Dogs 2012

SPARROWS
(2/11/12)


I
pull in
to the parking
lot
and see
maybe a dozen
of them
hopping about
seemingly
in a minor
panic
looking
for food

gray
white
black
brown
they are actually
quite colorful
on this cold
windy
overcast
monochrome
of a day

temperature
in the teens
but at least
we're not covered
in over a foot
of snow
as last year
so their situations
must
be improved

I know
that mine
is

I'm fairly
sure though
that there's
no room
in their diminished
avian capacities
for the comparison
of years
seasons
or even
the hours
of their existence

living
moment
to moment
they are hungry
now
and must cope
with that circumstance

in my office
I rummage around
for foodstuffs
but can only find
some instant
oatmeal

I take
a packet
outside
tear it open
and let the flakes
scatter about
the blacktop

the birds
which fled
at my reemergence
to arbored safety
were no doubt
appraising
my efforts

I go
inside
to the glassed
entry way
and watch
for their
return

a few
fly back
to assess
the fluttering
possibilities

I stand
for awhile
but see not
a morsel
eaten

perhaps
not suitable
nourishment
for the species

after
a minute
or so
I trudge
down the hall
to my desk

I have
my own
immediate
concerns