Usually, by the time I get to the bird house

at the zoo, my legs are ready to give way,

I am hot, feeling ungainly,

and I imagine all the peoples in the world

reduced to patterned chatter.

I realize I can’t add much more than a bird

to the scheme of things.

But I find them delicious.

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