BIRD BLOSSOMS
I wonder if the tree branches are as busy
when covered in leaves?
For as I look out and see the near by
bare swaying trees
They are dotted with many birds
both great and small,
Hardly any spaces on the branches
are found at all.
They wait, hungry for the seed and scraps
to hopefully appear,
And as the feeders are being filled they
come from far and near.
They even share a branch with a squirrel
clinging on precariously,
It is fun to watch as they interact and
seem of all fear be free.
The lower branches are now crowded
as they take turns to eat,
It is a marvel how many can fit on each feeder,
how many little feet
Can hang on while they gobble up the seed,
then they go to the top,
Waiting for some others to eat well
almost impatiently hop
Until their turn comes again working their way
down the branches of the tree
Until a space on the busy feeder they see
has become free.
The feeders are empty yet they sit like
bird blossoms there
Quiet now, not chirruping any more,
a stillness in the air,
For snow clouds are forming, it will fall
before night does come,
Then each bird blossom will fly away
until the night is gone.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson December 15, 2003
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