Bird Feeder - 6am

Poetry by Lorel

Bird Feeder – 6am

My friend the oriole came today

Orange black whistler

Bending perches with his weight

And wiping orange marmalade from his loud mouth everywhere he sits

He can’t help being what he is:

A carnival – a clown – a miracle.

My friend the hummingbird came today

Darting, weaving, perching

Intent on sucking up sugar water

And shitting the same

He can’t help being what he is:

Mysterious – magical – a miracle

My friend the sparrow came today

Small and 50 shades of beige

Plentiful and plain in every way

Selling 2 for a penny according to Jesus

In his Sermon on the Mount

He can’t help being what he is:

Unimportant – unremarkable – a miracle.

My friend the blue jay came today

Bold, back-off-Jack belligerent

Fought hard for a peanut shell and all

And carried it off like the spoils of Jericho

He can’t help being what he is –

Big – boisterous – a miracle.

Will I come today?

Menopausal – mussed -- mumbling

Hoping legs will wake up and cooperate

And that bowels will move

Drinking black coffee

And thinking about everything and nothing all at once.

Me

A grandmother – a goddess – a miracle.