Easy food at break of day!
Manna for my wretched wings,
wintered out with desperate flying
to find some food and prey.
A surge, a measured swoop
to grab the rim n hang on to it.
Tentatively balanced,
to feast on every seedly bit.
The sparrows wait
the cardinals hover,
as I feed feverishly
till I can hold no longer.
It is now the cardinal’s turn;
the red one on the ring.
In his hurry, he bangs the rim
and the feeder begins to swing.
Paying for his rushed entry,
the cardinal must now wait;
warily watching the tasty treats
until the swinging stays.
Crazy Cardinal!
For want of patience,
endures wrathful screeches
and a feeding time reduced.
One peck, two peck,
and now he must go.
Without a grudge he takes a bow,
soon alights a humble sparrow.
The line is growing, the bounty waning
I fly out to tell my friends…
finches, chickadees, blue jays and all,
still wethering Michigan's snowfall!
Hunger Games...
the humans play.
We birds know better
to simply share and obey
the Hunger Rules of Nature.