There’s folly at my backyard feeder
fluttering off and scooting over
sparrows vie for nuts and seeds
and raisins I’ve thrown in.
“There’s plenty for all!” I call from my window
as they flock and aim for coveted perches.
The feeder in constant turn and sway,
is empty in less than a day!
Tan as sand and white as vanilla ice cream
with lightest orange beak and feet,
males with black chins and bibs,
all are small enough to rest in my palm.
From feeder to ground to trellis to tree,
chirping and flying they are back again
for more nuts and seeds and raisins
and shenanigans!
