When I feed the birds, I talk
to set them at ease.
I know they’re somewhere in
the trees, though unseen,
watching me walk to the
shed, pull out the bag
of black oil sunflower seeds,
lug It to the mimosa tree
with the multiple trunks
and multiple feeders.
Helloo, birdies! I know you’re
watching me. I’m filling up
your pantries. Eat well and
take care of your babies.
I wonder if they’ll ever be
used to me. Waiting for
dinner a little closer, giving
me a wink, landing on my
shoulder if I stand still
enough. Or are they
smarter than us? Do
they innately know that
predators often offer
treats?
Helloo, birdies! Watch from
wherever feels safe. I’ll still fill
the pantries. Eat well,
take care of babies, and
listen to your instincts.
The safest spaces never push.
Deb Moore 