Day 363 – Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Feathered Friends

Affinity developing between myself,
And feathered residents
Close to home.
Beyond soaring luxuries
Of bald eagles,
There are the wee ones

Sam and Lilly,
Two chickadees nesting
In the porch birdhouse,
Leaving with work undone.
Next year I hope

But I suspect it’s Sam
Watching me,
Sneaking sips from rivulets
Running down the walk,
While I water newly planted grass

And a brazen little hummer,
Assuming I am a flower…
Hovering, buzzing my fuchsia jacket.
Flying in my face, as if to say, “Well?”

He assuages consternation with me
By showering and drinking mid-air,
From the same water streams
Sam seems to enjoy

Even a lost baby,
Left on a fence post
Still soft, I held him hoping
For any sign of life to save.
Suspected murder by Starling;
Nature’s harsh reality

But I like this responsibility,
Tending to creatures big and small
Fur and feathers.
And I see just the right place
For a bird bath–

© Maureen (Mo) O’Brien
C U Tomorrow
-Mo