The Birds Come In
Whee whoo
Whee whoo
The birds call to each other.
EEp EEp
Whee Whee
A black bird with a bit of red
Flies in to have a bit of breakfast.
Whee Whee Whee Whee
Leep Leep Leep
The black bird has flown away,
The feeder is spinning from his
Quick exit.
EEp EEp Whipper Whipper
Whee Whee Whee Whee
A cardinal swoops in, he
Is bright red, so I know he’s a he.
He starts at the top of the tree, hopping
Down branch by branch until he
Arrives at the same bird feeder.
I have six feeders, and yet, all of the birds
Seem to prefer this one.
Kee Kee Kee Kee
Three Three Three Three
Chee Chee Chee Chee
A dog barks in the distance.
A bluejay flies in.
Lands on the feeder.
An unpopular bird; he does not care.
He knows he is welcome here.
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