Inside this tree perches a bird.
Most folks don’t think much of the bird.
God knows how many have perched before him.
Eloquently minding his own business, he chirps.
Birds might be communicating more than we can comprehend.
Happily, birdy looks around –takes in the view, from atop.
Just as I was appreciating his ability to rise above human commotion,
poop came down, with the velocity of a torpedo.
Good thing I had my raincoat on.
Chirp birdie, chirp