I watch the cardinal on the wire. I hear a bluebird join the choir. Doves begin to sigh. A dizzy hummingbird zips by, inhales the fragrant honeysuckle which makes the bees let out a chuckle. The inside joke of drunken pollinators eludes the dragonfly. Rabbits dash across the lawn and butterflies, up since dawn, sip sweetness at their leisure from blossoms blooming for my pleasure.
The fullness of my gratitude is in conflict with my attitude as ashes from a world on fire gather at my feet. Separate from community is where my soul and acrimony meet. Wasted hour gives way to fruitless day. Stagnant air and lethargy contrive to keep productivity at bay. The birds have no need of me, except for free seed, and the bees could care less if I stay.