When my Chileian friend shouted,
“Quidado, Rubio! Es peligroso!”
I got the idea
she didn’t want me caught in the rip
off that Antofagasta playa.
But when the chimes chime for dinner
in my backyard bird diner
and my multi-feathered customers
hit the feeders to feast,
suddenly there’s a single sharp call,
maybe from the Blue Jay
and off they go,
pell-mell into the wood-lot branches,
Cardinal avoiding Wren,
Chickadee deftly dodging Nuthatch.
either the Jay speaks aviary Esperanto
or every bird understands
each others lingo
from their first heart beat.
And I have never seen an Owl
to a class of Yellow-Bellied Sap Suckers.
After years of vocabulary quizzes
and verb conjugations,
a few of us can ask,
“Donde esta el banyo?”
But birds speak their Birdtalk to all birds
and each bird understands each bird
from the first crack in their egg.
So recognize human hubris
when we claim “Inherent Superiority”.
Then remember what you see
when the Flicker rests secure in the bushes
and the Thrasher hunkers hidden in the brush,
safe from the circling Hawk
screeching for its supper.