did you hear those beautiful verses

did you hear those beautiful verses
sung by the birds outside my window
when i got late in offering bread to them
they remind me that i have to meet them on sunday,
more often than other days,
they sense my presence in kitchen
and call me out
with so much insistence
why do they miss me
it could not be greed,
it could not be generosity either
is it that i pamper them
ensure that each one gets served the way they wish,
some on pathways, some only in front of them
some in small pieces and some near
the ground
where i stand