We don't give birds enough credit.
Each year, they lay eggs, knowing well enough that not all will survive.
They face constant threat from humans who wish to shoot them and hang them from walls.
They fly out of the paths of people driving cars who couldn't care less for them.
If you've ever seen a small bird when a hawk nears their nest, you understand not to underestimate the petite.
All of the world is theirs.
Humans have boundaries.
Birds soar through air and see land we will never lay eyes on.
Currents of wind are their roads.
Tree branches are their perches.
Humans pretend they're the ultimate creature,
But perhaps it is instead the small bird who sings a spring song that rules over us all.
