There is a man who fishes all morning
and feeds the birds all afternoon.
He is always surrounded by pelicans,
gulls, even great blue heron, and the
occasional wood stork flock to him for food.
Up at Mirror Lake, the egrets and ibis compete
with the ducks and moorhens for morsels from
office workers on their lunch hours and teenagers
playing hooky from school. Homeless people, too,
are generous with the shore birds and the geese.
One man who admits he gets only one meal a day
still shares what he has with a roseate spoonbill
who has somehow flown in from Fort DeSoto or
Lassing Park. “See,” he says. “This is God’s own
beauty, right here. An Audubon painting, eating
out of my hand.”
A lovely tribute to birds and bird lovers and generosity.
Nice poem. Well written and great image!