Often I see the indigo bunting
hunting insects for breakfast.
It is perhaps one of the prettiest
birds I see where I live. I wonder
if it knows how beautiful it is.
Or if it is highly regarded by other birds.
Do house sparrows, for example,
harbor secret forbidden dreams
to one day be with an indigo bunting?
Might they close their tiny eyes and
murmur to themselves, Oh, if only!
