MULTICULTURAL SQUIRRELS OF TOMPKINS SQUARE SHAPED PARK

A crew of dark eyed juncoes

Quarrel in the trees

With ubiquitous old world sparrows

And a banditry of chickadees

Call to their sweeties

Beneath a boil 
Of hawks
Yet we do not care

For the air

Under foot
And we get on with anyone

Anytime

Until dusk