I have a bird feeder to feed the passing flocks.
Each morning I sit and watch the clock
and every day at twelve pm on the dot
a bird will come and set up shop.

With feathers of pure red,
and with a shocking appeal,
a cardinal lands and begins its meal.
It is old and wise, ready to face it's demise
yet, in the blink of an eye,
It's ready to fly, and goes to rejoin its flock.

This time I see a bright blue.
A blue jay lands quickly
stumbling all so hesitantly.
It watches me at it eats,
believing it cannot be beat.
it adds an arrogant chirp ...