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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear. Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee. Only my path to and from the bird feeders, Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence, Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew Blanketing a lush, green Bermuda lawn Awaiting the season’s final mow and a Winter sleep. Early morning sunsmile creates a mist, a little fog, That artists have great difficulty recreating. And the sprinklers are making music too…. CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH As I filled those bird feeders, Only the patient cooing of white wing dove Waiting in the surrounding trees Could barely be heard above the sprinkler. CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH Feeders filled, I walked away. The air erupted with bird song. Our giant privets were alive with hungry sparrows, Each announcing breakfast. All the locals seemed to understand. The robins and larks, the finches and cardinals chimed in; But only the jays’ sharp calls could be heard above the din. What a ruckus…but so beautiful a song, It is a ‘wall of sound’ to be envied by rockers. Orchestrated by Mother Nature….Mrs. God. The sprinkler's barely heard.... ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch Squirrels wait out of sight. One may bark now and then, but They’ve learned that patience pays. It’s not just time to feed those damn birds; It’s time to feed the greedy squirrels too; And chow time is well worth the wait: Sunflower seeds. Peanuts. Suet. Dried fruit. You can almost hear them as they gobble, “Mmmmmm. Man, this is the good stuff, Bro’. I mean the good stuff. What a life. I’ll never leave…not even for a girl squirrel.” It’s as if they think they’ll never eat again; Every morning. As if we hadn’t been feeding them Every day of their lives…and their parents. If we could tell them apart. They would have names. Well....everybody's happy. All this and good coffee too. What a beautiful Fall morning.
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