Sooner or Later, Gravity Wins

Monday morning, I had the following experience at the SeaTac disc golf course. Of course, I had to put it to rhyme:

In the dappled shade of a towering pine

    the sun I’d craved, I now declined

High above, two little birds

     embroiled in more than a war of words

A whirling, twirling, mid-air fight

WHOSE EXPECTATIONS WERE IN THE RIGHT?

If I’d been a cat, I’d have had my sup

     wrestling birds cannot stay up

I craned my neck

What kind of birds are those?

    They then crash-landed on my nose

That’s how I got my close-up view

    of not one little Nuthatch…but two

Nuthatch x 2