The Me Bird

Preen Preen Preen

How do you like my sheen


The prettiest bird on the island of Manhattan

My fabulous looks set everyone a-flappin’


This reflection in the water

Says what I already know

I’m one fine looking bird

Central Park, line up for the show


Not looking to my left

Not looking to my right

But only at myself

Narcissus in plain sight


I don’t see the foliage

Nor the flowers in bloom

In fact I see nothing

For others ain’t got no room


I don’t see you

Even though you see me

You even snapped a picture

Of my gorgeousity


Have you ever really tried

To be Numero Uno

I’ve got to ask you, human

I wonder if you’d know?


Hillel says, “If I am not for myself, who is for me?

And if I am only for myself, what am I?

And if not now, when?” 

~ Ethics of the Fathers, 1:14

Central Park Splendor
About the Author
Chana holds an M.S. in Special Education. Her innovative poems, essays and lectures reflect two and a half decades of experience working with students of all ages and abilities. Chana's writing has been published on, as well as in The Canadian Jewish News, The Jewish Press, and AMI. As a longtime volunteer with the Friendship Circle, Chana was recognised by the Ontario Legislature for “bringing a smile to the faces of children with special needs.” Although Chana 's "heart is in the east" she currently lives with her with her family in Toronto.
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