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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Fowler Avatar
November 7, 2023 at 3:36 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! :)
Lane Avatar
November 3, 2023 at 5:27 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!
Lane Avatar
November 3, 2023 at 6:54 AM
ahh, Not 'To Kill a Mockingbird.'
Lawless Avatar
November 3, 2023 at 6:51 AM
....just a little light reading Lin,
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