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