The shy orange stance
Caution-flattened, sleek body
Head turned but eyes straying
From the dainty grains of left-overs
To what it recognizes
Like the sound of flapping
And agitated car horns...
But this it never had to learn,
It always knew
Though its brain has few gears.
From eggs opening
To now, she sends sharp signals
But it pulls back a little
And observes with every smooth particle
Lying still on its back
In a fear-fed patience
May we all come to know.
