Featherweights
little brown
birds
fight at the feeder
one, two
one, two
then away
to their corners
they wait
‘til the belted Blue Jay
takes off
then back to the ring
the little brown birds
bob and weave
and pay no mind
to the carrier Cardinal
or the white wing Dove
but the Jungle Cat,
who tiptoes on silent leaves
round the rooted tree,
is like a bell
that rings
“Fight Over!”
TL