When snow starts to stick
we hang bird feeder in the front yard pine.
I drink my morning coffee under a blanket
and watch out the window
as blue jays, cardinals, and sparrows come to visit.
The cardinals are brave and come up to the porch.
The rust-colored females watch the males
and listen to their song
their heads patiently cocked to one side.
I hang a second feeder in the backyard
but squirrels frequent it more than birds.
One day I find it broken on the ground.
Though it wasn’t what I intended
someone ate this winter.
On a warm winter day
I take my son to the arboretum.
We see chickadees and house finches
and a hawk briefly glides overhead
but he is more interested in a stray cat
that rubs against his legs.
Yet, during his free time at school
he draws a picture for me