A medieval junco
in his homespun brown jersey,
black cowl,
squats in my riverside
mountain bird feeder,
with yellow beak
pecks at seeds
I put there yesterday.
Intent on his little life,
does he philosophize,
ruminate as I do
about past and future,
the meaning of it all?
As my eyes fill with him,
he grows fat
on cracked corn.
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