Unnatural Nature Poem

A bird (species unspecified) flies alone overhead
without a theme, so busy. Oh, it has the usual needs,
and those keep it guessing. I am down here
on the ground with a theme. I am busy
with the usual needs. Gawking needs.
Thank you for keeping me guessing. Dear Nature,
who doesn’t give a shit about me.
(And all this time I thought we were close
or could be.) You knew better who kept whose distance.

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