You’re probably still alive! Shit-covered, the way we found you on the sidewalk How you looked at us, helpless with our food and clumsiness We carried you home, away from cement and your fall You sat in my hand, winking. I saw death at your eye. You took water, washing the filth from your beak Refused us more. The Tao carries us up, the Tao carries us down. Not made to take our desperate food You allowed us our ceremony with you, Waiting patiently for our sense to come around; I took you back, left you watching me And wept home.