Those Tiny Things

Those Tiny Things Those tiny things that fly through space Straight to my bird feeder start to race And no matter what is their nomenclature Head right for my newly placed nectar. But there had been a great big breeze Blowing through leaves of all the trees My food for them exists in high demand On feeder did find it difficult to land. Maybe patience they must beg and borrow Return again for more food again tomorrow And there were some others in front of me Like wild wasp and bungling bumblebee. More than anything else I still do dread A big bunch of ants before me instead Birds were caught betwixt and between Due to competition always being so keen. James Serious Mysterious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet