i have selfishly lured them
with suet
bits of old, dry cornbread and seed
so that i could watch moments
of their daily routines
now the mates argue outside my kitchen window
she, with bits of grass in beak
finds settling in the upper rafters of the porch
appealing
while he, grabs the strands from her and heads
toward the apple tree
already crowded with knothole condos
of returning birds, now skittish at his attempts to
invade their territory
i settle the argument for them, i think
as the loud whirring of the morning’s juice blend
screams its obnoxiousness out the open window
and they both flee in terror..
but ah…she is back
wise in knowing where she wants
to feather her nest
and trusting that the noisy human who has fed her
will watch over her still
from a kitchen window
while envying her feathered freedom
Lovely!
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