Birdfeed In Winter Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

who will ask when the whistler comes
with his bag of crusts and crumbs
and his acolytes the crows
what he knows 'bout tunefulness

whether his atonal pipings
are note for note
intended as background music
for whatever is the plot

while in the wings the prompter calls
and if we've got our timings right
edge through the scaffolding
pass across the stage

as though
we might be unaware
that an audience was there