The Scavengers
It hangs outside my window on
the big shepherd hook.
Filled with food for all those who
comes to eat from it.
Many scavengers land on the brim.
Eating the seeds left there for them.
So many colors, shapes and sizes are
visit the feeder daily.
As they come and go seeds fall
to the ground below.
Squirrels, are waiting patiently to
gobble down the seeds.
Inside sits 3 kitties watching
through the windows making their
soft music tails swishing back and
forth.
The outside visitors pay them no
mind and keep eating.
Than it happens quick as a wink
Louie takes a leap against the glass.
He looks over at me with such a look.
Mommy, why didn't you warn me about
the glass begin there?
His pride wounded he jumps down.
The show is over now they all jump
down and curl up dreaming that
tomorrow they will have bird soup
for dinner.
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