Monday, November 22, 2010

Your Friendly, Inviting Bird Feeder

Chirping in a whirring
Circle in the branches

Above the table where
I sit and watch, it looks like

My friends are thinking
Twice about attacking

The crumbs

I’ve most kindly left
On the slab of wood hanging

Like a swing from the leafless
Judas tree.


As long as I’m here, I know
They’ll keep their distance,

Springing on my offering only
After I leave them alone.

Such ungrateful wretches.
Don’t these birds understand?

They should be eating out of my hand.


  1. Nice. The eternal question as metaphor, it seems.

  2. Thanks, Gerry--

    Good to hear you didn't think this one was "for the birds"!


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