THE HEADACHE OF A NUTHATCH
Please explain, dear God of Light,
Why it's so hard to know what's right,
Why it's so tough for birds like me
To crack the nuts of mystery.
Yes, I am famous from my youth
For heady searches for the truth,
Chestnut or acorn, none's too tough
If I just smack it hard enough.
Using my bill for a hatchet blade,
Wham! and it's cracked, its wealth displayed,
Yes, but meanwhile my head's in pain,
Eyes that won't focus, neck with a sprain.
Why, when the thirst for wisdom wakes,
Knowledge such bloody entrance makes?
Why hide the truth that life should teach
Under a shell, so out of reach?
Nuthatchers ask -- but Silence reigns,
All we can do is bruise our brains,
Bashing our beaks through hull and husk,
Hunting sweet wisdom, dawn to dusk. . . .
from LIGHTEN YOUR HEART by William Cleary