An Answer
For days you have wondered
who is eating the leaves in the garden
broccoli, lettuce, beans,
ripped to the stem
you imagine it could be
slug, deer, raccoon, or earwig
then, sitting quietly and not thinking much,
you see the sparrows, smudged yellow on the forehead
they move from plant to plant,
break off tender leaves,
swallow with a quick pulse at the throat
and suddenly, you can’t begrudge them, any of them.
Not the birds or the slugs, not an errant earwig.
The rains are late again,
there is so little green to live on.
by Emilie Lygren
from the EchoTheo Review