Humble Crow and Co.
Silver curtain clouds
Lovingly swaddle the sun
« Time to shine »
Little birds sing
Perched on the feeder
As one
A team of tiny feathers
All flapping with tiny might
And the cardinal
Velvet red royalty
Tilting crown from left to right
At the large indigo cape
Swooping in to land
Littlest feathers stop flapping
As Crow now takes his stand
Gracious steps of humbleness
Waiting patiently to feed
Content just to stay low
And tidy up fallen seed
Then a scurry of a small furry
From the log pile ,Chipmunk appears
Darting around Crow’s feet
Suet clumps abating all fears
« Good morning Chip,don’t hurry »
Crow alarms Chip to stop
Tiny eyes peer upwards
« Hello Crow, have I been caught? »
Chip darts behind the geranium
Cheeks full of red and white millet
Crow busy with kitchen clean-up
Cries « Careful not to spill it! »
This mini theatre of blossoms
Beckons everyday
The more food I bring
the louder they sing
God’s choir
Shooing darkness away