Walking through the woods one day

I happened to spy along the way

Up in the trees, an inkling of blackbirds

Tossing about a few choice words

About the man disturbing their peace

They couldn’t have weighed but an ounce a piece

Still, I understood how it must feel

It couldn’t have been much of a thrill

For me to be crashing through their home

Insisting that I came there to be alone

Chittering and chatting about my lack of right

And how we humans aren’t quite so bright

Reaching into my backpack I spilled out some seed

And reached our peace by giving what they too need