The Birds On The Trees On A Saturday Morning Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is no line-up
there for birds on trees
playfully catching their
worms underneath the foliage
of the trees,
i can hear them singing and
enjoy the way they flap their
wings to flight and then come
back to the trees where
some are keeping their nests.
it seems to me that they who
do not know what covid is
whether it is here and
threatening the whole of
this humanity are the only
ones who remain unaffected.