in my backyard
make it hard for my
winged, feathered friends
to have a bite of seed. They

climb and swing, claw
everything. They’ve broken
two feeders!  On my Oak acorns
are found. And in the fall the brown

nuggets line the ground
like a rug. But still doesn't stop the
pesty thugs! They take over like
a thundercloud. Grey as they are –

in my backyard