Tag: birdfeeding

Safe Space

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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. 

I am the Bird that Changes Feathers

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I Am The Bird That Changes Feathers

(Written on a Sunday Between Mowing the Front Yard and Mowing the Back)

I am the bird that changes feathers,
bringer of the seed and corn,
filler of the cement pond,
saved for that from mocking scorn.

I am the bird that changes feathers,
at least that's how I think they see
the one who feeds them in all weathers,
winter snows, spring rains, and heat.

I am the bird who changes feathers,
who had twelve jobs by thirty-three,
who had three loves by twenty-seven,
who had eight dreams by seventeen.

I am the bird who changes feathers,
who sings and flies on other’s wings,
but never once has homed in heathers
or left the bounds of gravity.

I am the bird who changes feathers
desiring of the wind on high
ready for the molting season
ready now for wings to fly.


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