Trainee Ornithologist

Not really monochromous, nor misfortunate.
Is it he who brings ill-tidings by his presence
Or is he simply the messenger
Hopping, mad and jilted in his cherry blossom wedding?

And they, with their bills to the tarmac,
Dodging parental crossfire and entertaining the homecomers.
Do they even count?
It would be a grief beyond grief if their pursuits were to end
Without statistical recognition.

Like the squeaked squawked dialogue of mother and toddler
Pockmarking the lawn until human interference was both their
Therapist and unwitting accomplice to feline-murderer.
Gashes to trash, feathers to compost.