Backyard Birds
My son put up a feeder
In his yard, right near a tree.
He added seed, not knowing
Whether any birds we’d see.
Yet half an hour later,
There appeared the leading guest
And soon the word, by twitter,
Traveled nest to nest to nest:
Some cardinals and chickadees,
Two brightly-yellow hued,
Plus half a dozen other types
All vying for the food.
Of course, a squirrel joined the crowd
To scarf the scattered seed,
Which hopefully, he would conclude,
Would satisfy his need.
I wonder how that first bird knew
That seed was even there
But I was so thrilled they all came
That I don’t even care.
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