Little Man

A little man on the corner
shouts aloud: "Fuck you!"
which he has no intention
of doing.

"Up yours!" he gladly sings out,
unclear whether yours
or mine
is the focus of his intention.

In a birds' world, he would be a sparrow
of the English kind,
scrapper with an attitude;

a jaunty person, rude,
who unthinkingly flips you the bird,
though physically unable
to do so,
absent a finger.