That Thin Line
Opening the window blinds to my living room,
I see a flock of sparrows scatter in fright.
Only a single sparrow remains on the ground,
Unphased by all his friend’s plight.
Giving me one look. Then continues to eat in solitude.
Thinking to himself, “More for me.”
I cannot tell whether that sparrow is a genius or a moron.
Often that thin line is impossible to see.