Feeder
Doo-eee
doo-eee
doo, doo, doo, doo.
Yes, I see you Mrs. Cardinal,
and no, I’m all out of suet.
It’s time you fend for yourself.
Off she goes.
No more finches, juncos, chickadees or woodpeckers.
And what were those birds who run down the tree trunk?
Yeah, the warblers.
All gone.
Feeder
Winter was our welfare.
Stopping still in chill air.
Hearts in parts beat slower.
Skies and tries snowier.
In Summer we make,
rather gather and take.
With Winter is inner thinking,
now cow-brown is stinking.
Heat, meat and Summer feet.
replace the lace of ice and sleet.
Forgetting and letting
both growth and debting.
We’ll remember
come stark, dark December.