Sweetbird

there was a bird in my yard
was moven around looken for grub
pecked some bugs from the weeds i pulled
was in a gardening mood
there they lay
looken at them browning in the sun
soon all dried, disinagrated
and blown about by the wind
maybe they'll become one with the dirt
transform into furtilizer
and blossom some magic flowers
so that when that sweetbird comes back
it can dine on a bright platter made for the joy of eating