There once were four
birdfeeders in our yard,
two seed, two humming.
After we erected
a glass fence to
keep the neighborhood
coyote from our
household feline,
said cat became too
fond of birds and
the hummingbirds became
too fond of breaking
their necks on glass
they could not see.
Now, the seed beds are
gone, and the sugar
water is elsewhere,
but all the birds remain,
hoping for a change
of heart and mind.
We see them at
their accustomed
feeding time,
large and small,
colorful and plain,
doves and wrens,
tits and orioles,
and one,
very observant
hawk.
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