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The Birdfeeder              Print this poem only

There’s a concert in my back yard

solos and duets all day

a circus with acrobatics

clowns painted with reds, blues and browns

just feet from my perch

here as I peck on the  keys

the stars fly in

then flit away with ease

as if to tell me:

you can’t hold me long

with your seeds and your eyes

we are free to dive the skies.


Author’s Note: With gratitude to John Wiley and his poem, “Kookaburra” -  - the inspiration for this poem.


Written 5-12-22

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