Troubles like Starlings,

They see one swoop,

Find a crumb to feed on,

Before you know it,

Another one comes,

And another and another.

I've sat in a dingy lot

And shared my lunch

With Trouble,

But today I shared my crumbs

With the Starlings

Til all of us were full.

Finally I giggled,

Watching their comic strut and fluff.

But when I eat with Trouble,

Trouble never gets enough,

And we never have giggles for dessert.

We don't laugh until it hurts,

We just hurt.

I'm gonna forget about my troubles,

Sit on a bench,

Forget everything,

Feed my troubles to the Starlings

And giggle,

Feed my lunch to the Starlings.

-jenn