Jesus Feeds the Birds

And it’s not always pretty. 
Those lilies clothed in Solomon’s splendor 
splotch with the leftover tufts

of field mice. For every hummingbird 
darting at an orchid, every goldfinch 
nibbling a quivering primrose stalk,

is an osprey disemboweling a flounder 
or a golden eagle snapping 
a badger’s neck midair. They do not