He has learned to lift the lid
and creep into the feeder.
It is filled with sunflower,
millet seed, peanut, and cracked corn.
He pauses, gazes through the scratch-fogged plastic,
grazes until his face is fat.
Upward again, mouth full, he chews, dangles
awkwardly (it looks painful) over the sharp cut edge.
back in
up and over
back and
over
down and
up
Wishing the gift,
unwilling to trade freedom.
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