At the Aviary

An eagle looks surprised to be here,
huddled in wings, a too-big overcoat.

Seven flamingoes pose in the snow
querying passersby with black beaks.

There is nothing else to note
until one shakes its ruddy rear end.

Anxiety

The sun is a little white ball in the sky
but it's bigger and older than you or than I.

If I were as big and as old as the sun
I wouldn't be worried about getting things done.

Yet because I am human, and awfully small
I spend my time worried about nothing at all.

Dawn Corrigan

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