A cute little chickadee
Flits to my back deck here,
As I sit, quietly sipping a beer.
She pecks at tiny, seedy morsels I can’t even see;
At the same time, keeping her eye on me;
But she shows no fear,
And I like that.
From one potted plant to another,
She seeks her early evening snack;
She doesn’t ignore me… she’s careful…
But she shows no fear,
And I like that.
We can both coexist in this sphere,
I supply the flowers, plant the seeds;
Me with my beer;
And she with her daily needs.
Her chippa-chee-chee song tells me she’s relaxed;
She shows no fear of me,
And I like that…
It means we’re both free.
Anytime, little chickadee-bird, anytime.
9-23-2015 (Sheldonville, MA)
I like that... You and your chick a Dee and a nice cold beer. How serene!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like that too, Frank. Lovely poem.
Thanks so much, Simone.