Black capped chickadee drops down,
beak seeks seed on ground.
Squirrel too will ravage soon,
neither smug in frantic daily labor
in the pitiless cold,
a quick and sacred hunger
I take you in,
suspending pity or thought,
silent before your need
to watch with hungry eyes, though
we lack vision through a glass.
Life is too long, too slow to
rush to seize and it drops us
down to earth in an instant.
The remedy must then come
one seed at a time.
Virginia Nees-Hatlen of Orono is an associate professor of English and director of the Center for Teaching Excellence at the University of Maine.
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