Birdseed Poems - Poems about Birdseed

birds gather at the feeder, hovering, near the sunflower seeds, tap, tap, tap against the windowsill, where a feeder is attached, filled by hopeful hearts who linger, at the window, relishing the wonder of these flying whispers, sighing in the distance, and laughing through the mysterious edge of a shadow, playing melodies on feathered harps, lingering quietly in the morning, as light loosens the...

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We love feeding and watching the birds which is why in the mountains when we’re there if you visit us there’s a good chance you’ll see bird feeders everywhere. It seems like such an easy task..fill the feeders…and see what birds we’ll greet…. but there are squirrels and there are raccoons who also like to eat. The squirrels attack...

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Cracked sunflower seeds Paw print menagerie Heart-warming traces...

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I'm yelling at a squirrel today Then watching her just whirl away Her name is Little Curly Mae She's such a pretty girl I'd say But eats the birdseed from the tray Then hides herself inside her dray....

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Out of the corner of my eye I see something racing toward the porch where I am sitting. It is a red cardinal. Probably a female, as it is not brilliant red, looks more faded. She swoops at me, and I flinch. She abruptly pulls up and disappears - probably a messenger sent to...

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In my meadow surrounded by forest delight, there are more cardinals than I can count. They wait their turn at bird feeders, not flying in more than two at a time. A lone blue jay waits until last to be served. Robins and wrens do not understand there is a protocol. They swoop in on a cardinal’s...

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Birds seem loud today Their birdseed gone Stolen by deer last night One feeder destroyed Butted up against tree trunk Until she gave up, Falling to the ground, in pieces Delighting the deer who feasted on ground served bird food Cardinals are not happy...

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Some neighbors scatter birdseed In the driveway every day, Encouraging the squirrels And the birds to come and stay. I wonder what the reasons are For setting out this feast, Which may attract some critters They don't want, to say the least. For surely birds and squirrels Have instinctive ways to find Worms and acorns and some other foods Their bellies wouldn't mind. And I've never...

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I’ll grant you a modern laptop hooked up to an HP printer is a more efficient and cer- tainly a cleaner means to re- produce yr message than the whirling drum of rebellious black ink we depended upon back in nineteen fifty-seven. But when my spellcheck wants to change brideshead to birdseed, I wonder whether that satirist of misuse whose black warriors...

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A trail of birdseed lies near a birdbath in my yard Little friends of every kind have come for the reward Not only are the birds singing… yes, you guessed, it’s true… Now their friends of every kind are there singing, too. It’s worked out rather well… As harmonious bliss gathers every day A most amazing thing…the squirrels are growing...

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Such a contest!! .... what a rivalry!! Who will win? Its a cliff hanger ... Slowly Squirrel comes to ground, tail flicking up and down than off he (or is it she?) scurries to a box in the yard that holds bird seed on which this little thief will feed as Mister The Dog watches from his snuggly bed inside. Away from this view,...

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