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