THE BREAKFAST CROWD
It begins slightly before dawn...|
Never mind that sleep divorced me
From the moment my weary bones
Slid beneath cool white-robed sheets.
First comes the racing down the maple tree.
Then the chattering slips of conversation
Only furry-tailed, wispy-eared squirrels
Are privy to in an early Spring frost.
All of this activity prompts every crow and
Blue-Jay for 20 miles to join in the scurry
With their beautiful (?) call to mates around...
Hurry, hurry! The feast is on!
Wondering why I ever wanted the feeders
So very close to the dining room window,
I smile as I pour myself a cup of steaming joe
And settle down to watch the breakfast crowd!
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