on their backyard trampoline
I saw 5 little heads bopping up and down
laughing and squealing while throwing
a green and blue and orange feather light
beach ball. I watched from afar settled
in a cushy chair on my patio while my dog
nudged my side for more pats because it’s never enough.

 The biggest one ran up the stairs of their deck
hollering down, “it’s time to eat now. We’ve got ribs
corn on the cob, and vanilla ice cream with strawberries
hurry up!” The ribs charred aroma of sweet tangy BBQ sauce
wafted my way. The birds got caught in the excitement
flitting from tree to fence to tree again chirping their own melodies.