I stand between jungle and plains,
The broad expansion of fast food chains
And cell phone towers’ exotic heights
Where parakeets swoop.
From package to bird to tree
Nutrients cycle raucously
Grackles guard their carnival spoils
Where pigeons roost.
Each new crumb holds triumph and route,
Both squawked about.
Each new crumb is food
For feathered tomorrow’s ravening brood.
I catch my bus transfer at a spot which is a bit of a food court for the local avian population – including, to my delight, a flock of monk parakeets.