Birds At the Feeder

Birds At The Feeder small chittering, cheepings winter wings brushed in Arctic air chickadees squabble to choose a seed from the newly filled feeder pecking and peeking and picking just the right morsel to nourish their individual need some come, as the blue jays.. squawking and bugling make way, make way and landing chase the small ones grabbing the largest seeds 10—12 at a time they stuff their iridescent cheeks I am like those birds I dip into my deepest pockets and finding a good seed a germ, a gem of thought or remembered feeling fly to a quiet place