For the Birds
You've come to the square
expressing a need;
to this old plastic planter
thats now full of seed
for you my beauty
a thief on the fly
who has stolen my heart
with your fine feathered friends.
Sister, brother, father, mother
all come and stand
to stuff their little beaks
with crunchy treats.
Some look all around
but without any sounds, they stay.
Yes, oh Yes! stay with me
so I can see all the colors
you wear when you ruffle
your back to fly,
and later when you return
down, down in free fall
all aflutter to brake
and land within the square,
you toss seed over the edge ...
what a mess you've made!
How magnificent!
Heaven sent.
Fly, fly free never to be
in a cage (like me)
as you bob and weave
to peck at the seed
and then with a tilt to your head
your dark eyes seem to speak
right into mine
and there, just for a moment,
you stay with me.
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