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.
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.