Morning at the Feeder
Raucous ruckus
Songbirds scurry
Cardinal to the trees
Sparrow to the bush
Red-winged blackbird hops
Along the fence-top
Grackle alone enjoys the buffet
Scattering seed with abandon
Taking what it will and leaving the rest
Below, a chipmunk lunches on its leavings
From its hiding place among the leaves
The feral cat waits
6 thoughts on "Morning at the Feeder"
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The alliteration in this poem perfectly captures the organized chaos of animals waking to a new day.
Love it! Hi Louise
Love that tense final stanza.
lots going on here. I bet you got up early to capture so much. I, too, love the alliteration
That ominous last line really surprised me.
Such ordinary beauty in nature, but feral always waits in the shadows! Nice tension.