Feeding Frenzy in the Seventeenth Year
Feeding Frenzy in the Seventeenth Year
June has come, but the birds have gone
missing around my feeder stations–
gorging instead on electric-caramel-eyed
treats, slow crawling, low flying meals. Al dente
delights like manna from earth for the finches.
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Knew the cicadas had to make an appearance in the poetry. Love that last line!
Favorite line: gorging instead on electric-caramel-eyed
treats, slow crawling, low flying meals.
To all who take time to rely, thank you!
Yes the Robbins will be fat. Move this poem.