Robert E. MacIntosh
The Pity Birds
At a time when dark and dismal events
Gather around your backyard fence,
And surround your garden wall like crows in mourning,
Engaging in a flapping of their wings in warning,
You can be sure they do not come to sing,
But to await the perfect time
To peck your hands for whatever joy you bring.
So pretend their presence there will never matter.
Take care not to scatter breadcrumbs of self pity,