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Wild Birds

I wish they made tiny earmuffs.
They never stop
Dawn to dusk
Chirping, cheeping, cawing,
Chattering in the hedges.
I root for the cat.
Not often
But on occasion
Y’know….just
Get that one.

Hey I chirp now and then
Get a bit over eager
At the feeder
Peck at an over eager squirrel.
It is called a “BIRD” feeder bozo.

It’s getting’ colder
They’re all keyed up
Going south.
I may just stay here
Nest near the dryer vent
Hope they toss out a slice of bread
Whole wheat is ok
Maybe a fistful of seed.

I hope they leave soon
I may read a book
Quietly

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Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 11/7/2023 3:36:00 PM

Cutest little birdie story I've read John. You wrote an ever so clever ditty about the wild birds! After the tiny earmuffs, I expected fleece-lined booties. Sure to be at the top of the list! :)

Lin Lane

Date: 11/3/2023 5:27:00 AM

I envisioned all of your scenarios and loved the one I got of this little bird rooting for the cat to get one particular loud beak!! You certainly personified him so he could read a book. Maybe even write poetry!

Lin Lane
Date: 11/3/2023 6:54:00 AM

ahh, Not 'To Kill a Mockingbird.'

John Lawless
Date: 11/3/2023 6:51:00 AM

....just a little light reading Lin,