Come Up and See Me Some Time
Come Up and See Me Some Time.
Outside my kitchen window, concealed by drapes, hangs a bird feeder.
Come, come my chick-a-dee-dee-dee, come and enjoy your seed.
Patiently I wait while sipping my coffee, but you choose not to come.
I wait for you, while doing the dishes, yet still you do not appear.
I dry the dishes and still you ignore my offering.
Friends ask me why I built a feeder just for you, when you will perch on an outstretched hand.
I ask, have you ever fed a chick-a-dee-dee-dee by hand, and they answer no.
So I wait a little longer.
Curious, my Australian shepherd stands beside me with her paws on the sink.
She looks at me, then too peers out the widows to see what I see, but still no chick-a-dee-dee-dee.
Then, as I was about to leave, there came a knock at my window.
Could it be the wind that blew my feeder against the sill?
No… it’s my friend the titmouse to tell me, the chick-a-dee-dee-dee is running late, please be patient.
Then came another knock at the window.
It’s the handsome feathered gentleman, dressed in his cap and tuxedo.
Good morning chick-a-dee-dee-dee, you are fashionably late, and dressed to a “T”.
“Hello, and how do you do? For your seed I thank you” he replied
Good bye
by Martin Braun
2/28/2020
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