Birds (and some people) do it--and it's not falling in love
On an Upper East Side street, headed for the Met,
Jim spots a Blue Jay, baby bird in its mouth,
snatched from a nest.
The Jay drops the baby, then swoops around,
coming back for the kill.
Oh, look at that bird! says mom to daughter,
seeing the Jay,
but not what it's up to.
Jim tells them.
Weeks later, I'm thinking we have more than a few Blue Jays in Congress, prepared to sacrifice the young of their fellow citizens to feed the appetites of bigger, richer birds.
Sunday, post-dim sum,
we pass a guy carrying a cat on his head,
leash dangling from collar.
Man and cat cross Canal,
I wonder who trained whom.
Seen on a 10-minute truck ride
through John and Kristine's place
in the U.P. of Michigan,
last morning of my visit:
three sandhill cranes flapping,
ten deer a-leaping.
They know it's not hunting season.