Winter fat juncos tip tap here and there
leaving hieroglyphics in the snow
Telling the ancient stories
Of how they once ruled the world as giants
complacent in forever.
But the earth shrugged
and scales became feathers,
so light and small
that they tremble in the shadows,
no longer armour to protect them from fate.
And what will we do to this earth, our home,
that men, too, will become as mice?