Cordial Reception

If I am not here to see Let him in, my little chickadee If the bell rings twice it’s a pair Don’t shut them out, its’ not fair If I don’t hear this little bird He’ll fly away, not leaving a word, From whence he came, it’s unclear I could not see and could not hear. If by evening he does not appear First thing in the morning he’ll be here Spread of food just waiting for him Others are welcomed, no matter when. Two doves gobbling up the food Maybe sweethearts, in a good mood. Finches and sparrows waiting on deck Juncos on the ground, sunflower to peck. Darting woodpeckers head for the suet Nuthatches serenade in a splendid duet, Crows line up on the upper tree branches Anticipating what they might have for chances. No special day or a reunion gathering here It’s always open throughout the year, No brunch menu or table for two Just good manners and no tip due. They will come in early just before their flight Gobble up some grub and dash out of sight. On occasion they will sing me a tune Hummingbirds should arrive any day soon. Some will stay awhile and make some chatter Others will get in line and fill up their platter, A hearty feast, according to my perceptions There’ll always be room, without any exceptions.