At the Bird-Feeder
At the Bird-feeder
Rushing, pushing
the sparrows shove;
pulsing wings
beating the air,
all for a bounty
of unexpected feed!
When drops two doves.
Wings folded,
they plaintively call;
the seed of plenty
gently falls.
Copyright © Steven Federle | Year Posted 2015
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