It Looks Like An Old Philosopher Poem by Ravi Kopra

I do not know its name
I do not know its habitat
Nor do I know its personality

I saw it on an Afrikaans poetry site
sitting on a fence near a dead flower tree
thinking some philosophy

It's tiny, has a fat belly
white and brown feathers
sharp black eyes, a sharp beak

it looks like an old philosopher
thinking of birdie life -
insects, grains, buddy birds, predators

nest, rain, water, winds
mate, eggs, little chicks
cravens, crows, vultures, hawks -

it lives peacefully
among its own kind, minding
its own business daily

unlike humans
philosophers or not
plundering nature ruthlessly.