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.
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