Chaffinch

Altogether decorous, demur
trim, in discreet pastels with status defining wing-bars
having a bourgeois caprice for warmer climes
short of regular or horde migration.

They pop and potter about, foraging on the ground
low-key, with family in tow
checking back and forth among themselves
sharing ant and beetle hotspots
and sentry duty from bush to branch
- a homely, proprietorial team.

Tubby in shape with jaunty beak
dulcet songsters, fey and quaint
they seem far removed from those predatory, dinosaurian forebears -
though the beetle and caterpillar might not deem so!

So how much is it to do with Size?
What if they were twelve foot tall?
Or I, a worm?

Ah, but did not the Primordial Scientist
have that in the master-plan!
The mathematics of ratio, beautifully designed
to the tiniest fraction, quanta, relativity.
While we, the lumbering monsters
- though possibly benign in the short term and small scale:
providers of crumbs and seeds
yet in the longer, larger perspective
may prove Kali incarnate, elemental destroyers
Apocalyptical horsemen.

But meanwhile, these little persons are not bothered.
Their existence is well-set and boundaries clear.
They do not need to consider those niceties;
the Moment is their world.