For The Birds Poem by Hans Ostrom

Here's to starlings
who travel in clouds,
and unsubtle ravens,
who caw in louds.

Here's to robins,
who run-and-then-stop,
and jays climbing trees
hop by hop.

Here's to songbirds,
sharp and small.
Hell, here's to birds-
let's toast them all,

including extinct ones,
an awful loss,
moreso because the reason
was likely us.

But let's not end there.
It's too sad.
Think of your favorite bird.
Be glad.