Downtown.

The rogue wintering chickadee

            comes in for a crash landing and takes off again

           

And who are you to not wonder

            how feet so small can carry a collection of feathers

headstrong into a north wind?

A hop

            A leap

                         A simple run.

He clears the bushes in his bumpy flight

and you with your wire-rimmed glasses and red-rimmed eyes

secretly wishing you could do

the same.