For the Birds
The new feeder does not work,
I thought
maybe it was the wrong color.
This morning
its ornate wood frame
just looks alien and threatening.
The roof; shaped like a
Black Forrest cuckoo clock
now resembles Dracula’s castle.
The birds will not come to it.
They ignore it,
perhaps fear it.
I like it.
The birds can eat and crap
somewhere else.
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