Birdseed Boogie
In my meadow surrounded by forest delight,
there are more cardinals than I can count.
They wait their turn at bird feeders,
not flying in more than two at a time. A lone blue jay
waits until last to be served. Robins and wrens do not
understand there is a protocol.
They swoop in on a cardinal’s turn.
Do not get me started on crows. They will eat a whole
field of seed in a mob of sixty in two or three minutes, and they do it loudly.
a fast cardinal swoop
pinkish streak in azure sky
the birdseed boogie
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