I started out hating the sparrows
That came to my french balcony feeders
Always bullying my wholly woodpeckers and chickadees
But now I wonder if this is just the same old story
Of the unwanted finding me
And me finding the unwanted
Invasive species, yes
I have lawful right to kill them
And I frequently fantasize of sitting on my couch
With a rubberband gun
My window open
You get the idea
Maybe these sparrows are more like me than I first realized...
I know what its like to feel unwanted
I know how it feels to be hated
So now I feel some feels for these damn sparrows
That I once hated and...
I guess this is how its supposed to work
The once hated becoming appreciated in obscure ways
Through similarities and poetic compassion
I am only human afterall...