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!