Watching the Feeder

The bird (a dove?) was pecking ‘round The seeds that scattered on the ground. A chipmunk timidly approached; The bird disliked his turf encroached. So twice I saw him lift his wings (I rarely get to see such things) To scare the chipmunk (just a guess); The rodent, though, felt no distress. A cardinal came by to feed And little birds of unknown breed. The dove calmed down, the chipmunk stayed While from my perch, I never strayed.