starlings

I hope I always remember:
the whole wheat bagels I bought at Target
were inedible
so I destroyed them.
I tossed the crumbs on my father's lawn
and, as if called by some inaudible dinner bell,
a whole mess of starlings
one after another
emerged from the shelter
of a big old tree.
there must have been, say,
sixty or seventy of them
and they were so (I hate to say it) fuckin' cute,
these little balls of fluff and feathers.

I hope I always remember:
feeling like a child
in my wonder of the world