Feeling Good

I once watched a bird
with a yellow stump for a foot
who flew, pecked,
showered and pooped

without being bothered
by life’s haughty demeanour.

Of what could be
and what could be not
was not like a question
asked to this little mynah,

who pecked
at little white rice grains
emerging, innocuous
from a gaping red plastic bag.

The sun yawned an answer,
as a cat flicked its tail in response.

It simply just is.

Could I do
and say the same
for myself,

as a wantonly paranoid
card-carrying member
of the human race – ?

© Zelda Reville


 

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