Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

The Birds Come In

Whee whoo
Whee whoo
The birds call to each other.
EEp EEp 
Whee Whee
A black bird with a bit of red
Flies in to have a bit of breakfast.
Whee Whee Whee Whee
Leep Leep Leep 
The black bird has flown away,
The feeder is spinning from his
Quick exit.
EEp EEp Whipper Whipper 
Whee Whee Whee Whee
A cardinal swoops in, he
Is bright red, so I know he’s a he.
He starts at the top of the tree, hopping
Down branch by branch until he
Arrives at the same bird feeder.
I have six feeders, and yet, all of the birds
Seem to prefer this one.
Kee Kee Kee Kee
Three Three Three Three
Chee Chee Chee Chee
A dog barks in the distance.
A bluejay flies in.
Lands on the feeder.
An unpopular bird; he does not care.
He knows he is welcome here.

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Michelle Faulkner June 4, 2018 at 2:34 PM We have robins and bluejays in our neighborhood now - love the picture this paints - your yard must have lots of feathered visitors with six bird feeders! Caren Krutsinger June 5, 2018 at 8:19 AM We sometimes have up to six cardinals and a blue jay at one time. The cardinals share, but everyone scatters when the blue jay swoops in.