All Ideas Are Mirrors

A cowbird at the window
Challenges its own image
Repeatedly this morning,

Whistling, puffing up its wings,
Pecking at the reflection,
And strutting along the edge

For several minutes, before
Finally flying away.
Children, we who are human,

Approximately, and love
To draw morals and lessons
From everything nonhuman,

Shall we find a caution here?
The world goes on without us,
Which deserves our reflection.