Tufted Titmouse
Tufted Titmouse

Life presents so many impossibles
that some days I lose my ‘can-do’ spirit
and adopt a “can’t do it, won’t do it” sneer.
I’m then like one of those people who
Drives 53 MPH in the fast lane and
refuses to move over,
wrapped in stubborn, brittle virtue.
There’s a bird feeder outside the window,
itself a can-do attempt to
thwart the thieving squirrels.
A Tufted Titmouse has been there this morning,
looking for her favorite seeds,
competing with the Juncos and wrens,
then flying away, unconcerned by
the snow that covers everything,
not wasting time with pessimism.
I need to become a can-do titmouse today,
lose the attitude, pick up some humility
fluff up my feathers against the cold,
keep a sharp eye out for seeds—
or poems—lying about,
and just get on with things.

6 Replies to “Impossibles”

  1. Wonderful poem! While reading this I was reminded of the following quote,

    “Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ‘I’m possible’!”
    ― Audrey Hepburn

    Have a lovely and peaceful evening. ~ Mia xo


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