Just Passing Through

Summer birds visit our bird feeder as individuals, pairs, or small families. Spring birds, though, come in flocks — two dozen, three dozen hungry beaks at a time. They shovel down the birdseed and strut around like they’re at an airport food court . . . which, in a way, they are.

chatter of starlings
— WHOOSH —
and then silence

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Published in Hedgerow: A Journal of Small Poems, issue 108, 3/3/17.

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