O The Birds Poem by Raymond Farrell

O the birds

The birds are always chattering
even on this a cloudy winter's day.

I put up a feeder
to draw them near to me
heaved out chunks of bread
added seeds and suet to top it off
and chased away the neighbor's cat.

They have not disappointed me
sparrows, chickadees, grosbeaks, blue jays,
have all come to partake
and in their way
expressed their thanks.

I am enthusiastic because they are enthusiastic.

Ten minutes each morning
I watch them intently
forgetting while doing so
how sordid and unkind
this world can be.

Bird! Birds!

Give me birds.

I'd love to have wings and fly.