A Face Of Quaint Reality Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

So many birds twittering outside my little window, chirping,
chortling, and hop, hop hopping about

All eating, eating, eating with great gusto, bread crumbs, little tidbits,
and things
hop, hop, hopping, heads a kilter to one side

My cardinal here too with fine orange beak,
just a smidgen of fresh blood to enliven his pose
his little black mask having slipped just a trifle
generously displaying a splendid proud crest

All fine birds clustered about on my little stoop and here on my grounds
such fine little faces, that gather and confer, gather and confer
such fine little faces, oh so many fine little faces