the bird feeder

there was a bird feeder

on the far fence.
a metal house

on a black pole.
once the word got around
it was

full and swinging, tilted
with every
imaginable creature

with a pair of wings.

red, blue, black, brown.
together

they'd share the bounty of
seed
we placed
within. all day long.

their hunger was impressive.
pre winter,
pre snow.

pre life as it is now,
with the feeder
taken down,

and another bird gone.