Jesus Feeds the Birds
And it’s not always pretty.
Those lilies clothed in Solomon’s splendor
splotch with the leftover tufts
of field mice. For every hummingbird
darting at an orchid, every goldfinch
nibbling a quivering primrose stalk,
is an osprey disemboweling a flounder
or a golden eagle snapping
a badger’s neck midair. They do not