An Offer To The Lost

Today I feel like a guy

A person like every other

It’s a winter wonderland

And yet it just seems like any other

I find my eyes follow the beat of a wing

A lone chickadee fighting through the bitter chill.

Alas it probably saw it futility as I have

Almost sorrowful I watch it flutter to the cold.

As I crept near, it doesn’t run, doesn’t flee

A plantain peel in hand, I offer a final meal.

It ate with relish, did it forget its circumstance

I left it to dine on the sparse meat, shunning my gluttony.

Two steps from the door and into a cave of warmth

I imagined its feathers, rustled from its shivering.

I turned back to save it, or at least see it

There was nothing to do, but maybe?

Stopping in my tracks, the feeling of guilt, faded

It’s just nature’s way.

Life has always walked with the fittest, that of which I am not

But there is some pride in gifting the lost a last morsel.