That Bird Lady

Lady

Spends her money

Feeding birds

Grains of wheat

Cracked corn

All scattering

.

She sits on the green bench

Spreading it around

Like blessing

To those beggar birds

.

She would rather

Feed the grey birds

Common pigeons

Then common people

You see

She doesn’t trust them

.

She asks

How they ended up in the park

Like the birds

She wonders

And closes her heart

To those

She doesn’t know or trust

.

They say

She in unchristian

She shouldn’t practice selective love

Excluding all of her kinds

But she spreads the grains

Gentle to her only love

.

As people ask why

All she answers

Is that

The pigeons

Don’t have

Wars

Cruelty

Or fights of faith

They are pure

Dirty birds

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