They say the blind feel out What they see. Think of Gloucester, Eyes traded for insight. But hungry belly alters 20/20 hindsight. My birdfeeder designed For Hummingbirds, Sports red syrup and nozzles Shaped for knitting-needle beaks, Chestnut-sized sticklers, to tread Air and syringe away. This time, soup kitchens Filled to capacity, turn away More hungry than they can Accommodate, more among us Running on empty, some of us Stuffed so full we cannot see.