picks a seed
picks another
then skips some more
I watch his white belly caress
the wood, his grey back shine
under the welcome sun
this morning that promises
the warmth
we've been waiting for it
now a house finch in a red coat
and a multitude of sparrows and
a chickadee
or two
they all visit our birdfeeder
all day long
sometimes a male cardinal
graces us with his presence and
brings along his wife
silence and peace reign
this morning
only birds disturb but
we're not complaining
we're happy
we feed them and watch them
and worry about their well-being
This is quite pleasant, Beatriz. I visited my mother last spring about this time. She now lives in northwestern Wisconsin and has a bird feeder in her yard--I remember hummingbirds and bluejays (pretty rare to sight the latter up there). You should post your poems on 10 a Day as well. I'm sure many people there would love to see them. Your friend, Frank R
ReplyDeleteThank you Frank. Nice memory.
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