Shall We Not Learn

Rising temperature

Smoldering fire

And losing culture

Shall we not learn from nature

See the birds there

Feather of the same color

Flocking together

Perched on the tree and on the wire

Conveyed in their chatter

Perhaps about the weather

I don't see them pecking at one another
And no fierce scratching either
But only picking out dirt from a friend's feather

That gentle squabbles in courtship behavior

So very soon settled

Talons and claws

Are meant for intruders