Sunday, November 1, 2020

the bird feeder

the bird feeder exhausted me
after a while.
the squirrels
the raccoons.
the black birds, large,
in groups
of five.
how they rocked the house.
flipping it
with seed,
side to side.
emptying what wasn't meant
for them,
but for me.
as i sat by the window
to watch
what would fly in,
fly by. where is the 
hummingbird.
the blue bird
and cardinals.
where is the wood  pecker.
with his bright
red mane.
where is the dove, white
as an angel
on brilliant wings.

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