Bird food
I was sitting on a bale of hay
A blue jay flew my way
Robins did their bobbing worm stab
Into the still frozen ungiving earth
I saw her blue eyes in the carolina sky
They made me want to sprout wings and go fly
Where I flew was the nest I intended to fight for
I ruffuled my feathers to say nevermore for that piper on the shore
She gave me a glance and smiled to my dismay
For today the ground thawed and food was to stay
So plentiful and fine
feathery and devine
sticky and sweet
smelling like mesquite in the new found heat
I ruffulled my feathers
Showed her my regal bald head
She gave me the bird
The one I never had seen before
It looked like a snipe
So I grabbed a pillow sheet so white
The night was dark with a sliver moon
My flashlight was working last June
I gave it a shake
As to ask if by mistake but captured a loon
If spring would bring Robin to me
Why are there beggars like sparrows
In my nesting tree?
poem by John Shea
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