On the lawn, observed,
birds of three feathers:
wood pigeon, raven, and magpie.
Wood pigeons are the first
to the bread, with enormous zest
coping with its squareness
that is torn apart by flinging;
then raven enters with
crueller beak: the pigeons back off.
Among themselves the pigeons
glance, sizing each other
in the instant; the magpie, floating
in between, slighter, the role
of spectator adopts, while
raven is dominant.
And life here is very much a case of
glances, each a percept of the whole
wherein each one is signified
that makes meaning of the whole
in each one's head that constitutes
the one observed reality.