As I gaze out my window, I appreciate what I see,
as blue jays, finches, and their friends come
to visit me.
I ask, Do your wings ever get tired? Why are you fighting
for a spot.
as there is room for everyone. no need to be sacrificing
feathers to battles that are lost.as you peck the seeds
of choice. How many feathers do you lose. daily while you
are here.? I, for one, appreciate your nearness,
your purity, your beauty, I hold all your virtues dear,
as you share your lives with me.
It is comforting to know you are always near,
sharing offered seeds with doves, sparrows, and
occasionally a squirrel.There is no fear: at the feeding
ground, all to share, predators are a threat sometime,
so beware. thanks for visiting my backyard aviary
in the hills near Santee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem