A bird feeder is Tennessee
A suburban bird feeder
A bird feeder on a deck
Okay, my bird feeder
Any weather
Any month
Any day of the week
Okay, Monday morning
The starlings come first, and by sheer numbers can dissuade most birds to stay away, but it’s hard to keep a hungry mourning dove from sidling in for a nibble.
The cardinals come for the sunflower seeds
The house finches come for the thistle seeds
Blue birds, mockingbirds and brown thrashers come for meal worms
Finally the perky little gold finches come flitting for leftovers
In swoops a Cooper’s hawk
Every bird disappears
Today’s poem was inspired by Improvisational Score by Sawako Nakayasu
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