I watch with growing dread
as that small centipede
makes his way along the porch rail.
Almost all the birdseed is gone now
and I fear he’ll soon be gone too.
He approaches first one bird
and then another, but it seems
they don’t fancy centipedes today.
A small flying insect joins the centipede
and the birds fly away.
The birds’ feeding ground is also
these young insects’ playing ground
where they roam safely –
at least today.