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