Feeding Chickadees In Winter Poem by Larry Kimmel

Feeding Chickadees In Winter



Already accustomed to the procedure,
it isn't long till one
flutters down from the sky to clutch
the edge of my hand;

a moment more to twitch and eye
the seed in my palm, select
two or three, and flit away—

—such delicate talons!

the sensation lingers, engendering
a tenuous ache
—a millet of love.

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