Sparrows

I started out hating the sparrows

That came to my french balcony feeders

Always bullying my wholly woodpeckers and chickadees

But now I wonder if this is just the same old story

Of the unwanted finding me

And me finding the unwanted

Invasive species, yes

I have lawful right to kill them

And I frequently fantasize of sitting on my couch

With a rubberband gun

My window open

You get the idea

Maybe these sparrows are more like me than I first realized...

I know what its like to feel unwanted

I know how it feels to be hated

So now I feel some feels for these damn sparrows

That I once hated and...

I guess this is how its supposed to work

The once hated becoming appreciated in obscure ways

Through similarities and poetic compassion

I am only human afterall...