Monday, April 14, 2014

Squirrel Feeder

not a red squirrel

chipping angrily

at all comers . . .

but a gray squirrel

hunched to feed

from the chipped rung

of the cedar feeder,

around whom gather

the chickadees,

goldfinches,

nuthatches,

sparrows,

titmice . . .

sharing . . .



How could I

bang on the glass

to scatter this

peaceable kingdom?


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