#feeders - Hello Poetry

Crystal chandeliers shelter an aviary restaurant just beyond our patio. A pair of purple finches, having heard the place well-chirped, drop in for a hasty lunch and flit away full and fortified. A cardinal taxies in to sample the black oil sunflower seeds, then revs his engines for the flight to a chilled Magnolia branch - scattering snow tufts as he lands. Birds of every kin and feather spread the word from branch to tree that you just can't beat the tasty fare at the little wire and glass café beneath the crystal chandeliers. February, 2011

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Nov 13, 2015

Nov 13, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC

robert-c-howard

Brunch at the Avian Café

Crystal chandeliers shelter an aviary restaurant just beyond our patio. A pair of purple finches, having heard the place well-chirped, drop in for a hasty lunch and flit away full and fortified. A cardinal taxies in to sample the black oil sunflower seeds, then revs his engines for the flight to a chilled Magnolia branch - scattering snow tufts as he lands. Birds of every kin and feather spread the word from branch to tree that you just can't beat the tasty fare at the little wire and glass café beneath the crystal chandeliers. February, 2011

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Small, different hues of brown Little black eyes and tiny pink feet Junco Eating the seeds on the ground Inspiring something inside The next day, Clear tubes with red perches Showed off the mix of seeds Waiting for the first customer Disappointed when nothing came The next week, Losing hope Still looking, but not as often Nothing, the one single Junco Gone Then that one day There were two Hopping off the fence Onto those little red perches Draining the tubes of the food That had been waiting for them Slowly but surely More started coming New birds New numbers Sparrows, finches, thrushes, doves New feeders New house Getting the birds back A new feeder Filled with nectar Waiting patiently Now knowing it could take a while And then One day Watching out the window Hoping That one just one might come Then not one but three! All in that one day! Male and female Anna’s Male Rufous Zooming and glimmering Light reflecting off gorgets Creating the otherworldly hues Of purple, red, green In the days that followed More feeders More birds More knowledge Much more learned A new hobby A new love That will continue from that day on Thanks To that little Junco

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Apr 21, 2016

Apr 21, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC

birddonuts

When the Birds Came(Junco)

Small, different hues of brown Little black eyes and tiny pink feet Junco Eating the seeds on the ground Inspiring something inside The next day, Clear tubes with red perches Showed off the mix of seeds Waiting for the first customer Disappointed when nothing came The next week, Losing hope Still looking, but not as often Nothing, the one single Junco Gone Then that one day There were two Hopping off the fence Onto those little red perches Draining the tubes of the food That had been waiting for them Slowly but surely More started coming New birds New numbers Sparrows, finches, thrushes, doves New feeders New house Getting the birds back A new feeder Filled with nectar Waiting patiently Now knowing it could take a while And then One day Watching out the window Hoping That one just one might come Then not one but three! All in that one day! Male and female Anna’s Male Rufous Zooming and glimmering Light reflecting off gorgets Creating the otherworldly hues Of purple, red, green In the days that followed More feeders More birds More knowledge Much more learned A new hobby A new love That will continue from that day on Thanks To that little Junco

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In jagged twist and turn That slices air and Makes my heart yearn Full winged they land They hop about Peanuts they seek I rock in my chair With each dip of beak When they take to flight They carry my soul Out of its night Into the Light

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Sep 19, 2025

Sep 19, 2025 at 11:37 PM UTC

MichaelSunBear9901

From My Rocking Chair

In jagged twist and turn That slices air and Makes my heart yearn Full winged they land They hop about Peanuts they seek I rock in my chair With each dip of beak When they take to flight They carry my soul Out of its night Into the Light

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