Laura Mckenzie Poet Bio

My Visitor

Here you are in my view
It was your good looks that drew
You wear a black cap and a white 
Cloak around your neck 
Upon that tree 
Singing to me and then flee
Your song was so charming rapacious and alarming 
Perhaps you lost you partner 
But if you leave that limb 
I promise you will be rewarded 
With seeds 
And here I stand waiting amongst these weeds 
Your eyes look so trusting
Perhaps they were adjusting 
To your fond new quest 
Would it be more fitting? 
If I sent to my request  
So still I shall abide 
No please don’t hide 
My fingers are growing weak 
No longer shall I speak
And with a chirp and quick motion
Down he flew 
Nervously picking through
I don’t even know if he chewed 
My heart was elated 
So glad I had waited 
To hand feed my little friend 
Away he did ascend

 (Fact this is a true story about a chickadee I fed by hand!)

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