bird

i think i’ll be a bird

an insignificant tiny city bird

the brown ones with the non descript patterns

the ones no one sees as they rush through life

 

but i see them

when i sit on a park bench in silence

i see them flying around

chirping

pecking at some pizza crumb

throughly enjoying their nyc diet

 

i watch them

and look at them

a little bit of wildlife in the concrete jungle

they’re actually beautiful

 

their wings delicate and quick

 

i look up at the humans rushing around

and i wonder if any of them has ever looked at

the pattern on the wing

of that pretty brown bird

eating their crumbs in front of me

 

a sparrow i think

thats what they are

brown sparrows

 

and that’s what I’ll be

beautiful but unnoticed

insignificantly there

living in the city

and flying free