The Bird Camera
The bird camera
rests on a ledge of the back fence,
Looking
constantly with its white eye
Upon the living
drama staged on the patio table.
I have put feed
in a white tray.
Birds—mainly
sparrows—come to eat.
When they move,
the camera’s eye
Freezes their
image
In its
mysterious plastic housing.
I am contented
with sparrows,
Humble and
abundant.
I welcome
mourning doves, blackbirds,
Cardinals,
cowbirds, brown thrashers—
Indeed, I try to
enter into the spirit of St. Francis,
Seeing this
camera and these birds
As a humbling
and abundant gift
Bestowed upon me
without question
Of need or
merit.
--May 20, 2013 |