At The Bird-Feeder Poem by Steven Federle

At The Bird-Feeder



At the Bird-feeder

Rushing, pushing
the sparrows shove;

pulsing wings
beating the air,
all for a bounty
of unexpected feed!

When drops two doves.

Wings folded,
they plaintively call;

the seed of plenty

gently falls.

Sunday, May 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 10 October 2016

my mate says the chickadees are very polite, taking turns at the feeder (usually) . the juncos are a 'different story'! bri :) how strange! when i searched birdfeeder on PH, i came up with a much different list of poems than when i searched bird feeder! ! !

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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