certitude/a thing so rare in 5 colors

 

i see

my first singleton 

starling in a parking lot: 

 

so sparkling/ 

so many speckled colors — 

Green/Yellow/Blue/Brown-Black 

       & shimmery — 

 

the most beautiful bird! 

that is until 

the flock lands — 

 

(a-startle-of-starlings — really?!) 

 

the multitude/ 

a-dullish-Black — 

diminished in an instant/ 

 

peck/pecking for any crumbs. 

 

they of course 

don’t care what i am/ 

what ithink:

 

. . .

what of my way-too-common eyes? 

what of my desire-to-abjure the ordinary?

certitude/a thing so rare in 5 colors