Fazed

I watched the birds 
that cold January morning and thought 
Unfazed

At my feeder, flying in and out

In the trees, a chattering flock

On the frost-covered grass of my lawn
tossing ice crystals and leaves here and there
searching for insect morsels

Unfazed by the temperatures 
that would leave me lifeless within the hour 
were I unprepared

Unfazed, they seem, but 
these thoughts must run 
constantly through their minds:

Stay out of the wind when possible 
and above all, stay dry

Stay dry

What do I do? 
What don’t I do
instinctively or otherwise
that keeps me alive
Protected from life’s storms?

I am fazed

It’s 2026
Believe me, I’m fazed