Out On A Limb (Poetry)

He sits and preens all unconcerned
with his existence in the world
free from stress — he never learned
any need to worry

The branch is warm with slanting sun
and if he’s thoughts at all then one
might be where his next meal comes from
but there’s no hurry

And so he settles down to doze
up high where he at random chose
to spend some time away from those
who fuss and flap and scurry