so i've given up and made him a perch
he comes and sits and pecks. the screen
so haphazardly set to stop this mad bird
is now his resting place. so he can sit &
peck. and peck he does. a way of living
for him and me. a part of me loves him
a part of me wants him to stop. the bird
house is free of seeds - the squirrels see
to it that it all scatters to the grounds -
the little finches cannot compete - two
squirrels have come to set the stage for
the morning play. they will go and i'll
remain, our action - is just what we do
this is our making. multiplication and
addition is the nature of our mind. our
loss
