Envious

I envy the eagle the gull and the cormorant
condors high above the andes
crows who scud the crown of every tree in town
sparrows lighting on my sill –
I envy these and always will

I envy the temple birds in the blinding blue of Java
finches that people southern trees
the thrush and the lark – even pigeons in the park !
but some turkey in a gilded hall ?
I’ll never envy him at all

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