Bountiful Morning

Early this morning,

before the birds began to call,

I sprinkled their food

on the broad porch rail.

One by one they came –

a feast for them and for my eyes.



This entry was posted in poetry.

One comment on “Bountiful Morning

  1. Fair trade I suppose!


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