After James Tate
Small birds want seed
Rabbits prefer oats
Big jays measure peanuts
Squirrels eat everything
Feeding time, such a tangle—
Feathers/fur, tooth/claw
Every beak a marvel
...For these instants of separateness
togetherness in a feeding frenzy
Each little iteration—
A lively
Conscious piece of eternity.
Why I Get Out of Bed…
19 Friday Jun 2026
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