At The Bird-Feeder Poem by Steven Federle
At The Bird-Feeder
At the Bird-feeder
Rushing, pushing
the sparrows shove;
pulsing wings
beating the air,
all for a bounty
of unexpected feed!
When drops two doves.
Wings folded,
they plaintively call;
the seed of plenty
gently falls.
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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10/28/2025 9:12:33 PM # 1.0.0
my mate says the chickadees are very polite, taking turns at the feeder (usually) . the juncos are a 'different story'! bri :) how strange! when i searched birdfeeder on PH, i came up with a much different list of poems than when i searched bird feeder! ! !