The Empty Feeder

The backyard feeder for the birds Brought squirrels who, for sure, Believed that with some cast-off seeds They certainly would score. For months that worked for everyone Until that fateful day I looked outside to see That squirrels can be local prey. For right below the feeder, A coyote stood his ground, Then grabbed a fresh-killed squirrel ‘Fore he vanished with a bound. I haven’t filled the feeder since Nor ventured out to sit, But it’s so lovely weather-wise, I’m outside for a bit. As soon as I sat down, three birds Came swooping in for seed, But with some squirrels realized I had not fulfilled their need. It’s sad that one coyote Stole the pleasure we have missed, Yet both predators and prey, I guess, Both need to coexist.