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
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016
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