Three birds I met in San Francisco, by Tom Mukasa

Three birds I met in San Francisco

Have your lunch,

snack,

somewhere,

in the gardens,

by the UN Plaza,

San Francisco,

California,

hold on to your snack,

guard it,

for not far away,

is a meeting,

a planning meeting,

to ambush you,

the feathered conveners,

are so happy,

the prospect of food,

motivator,

the leader,

hooded,

with a red bill,

smiles,

laughs,

it was so easy,

away goes your snack,

at the moment,

when it is sweeter,

it becomes,

the Laughing Gull's meal,

food, wrapping and plastic,

gobbled down,

so fast,

you of the keeled tail,

foraging,

scavenging,

ferreting, 

eating,

your iridescence,

a purple sheen,

so striking,

belies your inelegance,

shown,

by your noisy,

quarrelsomeness,

nevertheless,

I am glad,

I met you Grackle,

with your black crown,

you must be Harris's Sparrow,

the famed one,

well sung,

well cared for

'eye is on the Sparrow.'