Retired now, he’s half St. Francis
every season of the year, putting out
sunflower seed and safflower seed
for bickering cardinals and jays,
niger seed for the goldfinch mob,
millet for the different sparrows,
feeds feral cats at an early hour
that eat and leave before
the birds drop down.
He and his wife go downtown
and step around old men drifting
like pigeons, begging for change.