I always toss out broken bread
and peanuts for my friends, and always
make certain that the crystal dish is filled
with cool fresh water.
What began as nothing has become
a streaming nature preserve of
consistent unconfined flow of
my nature pets. They are fed. They are
free. They always come back to me.
That is the way it should be.
The blue jay hopped up to
take a drink, not uttering a
single disappointed shriek as
it sipped the cool water within
a wasteland now devoid of nuts.
NO NUTS. Not getting more nuts.
A few of my sparrows hopped around
looking for leftovers, specks of
unclaimed crumbs like goldminers
looking for tiny nuggets to add
to their stash....YEAH.
They will never run out.
They will never run away.
They will always come here.
AND THEN THERE IS THE MOCKINGBIRD.
I've seen her several times
Her bashful being has made herself seen
on rare occasion to sip from the crystal dish
She stared at me, flipping her cocky tail
I spoke to her. She listened.
She hopped along the fence.
She flew down to the branches of Elliot,
my tiny blueberry bush still in it's
plastic flower pot, about ten feet away from me
and nibbled on one single blueberry.
She then hopped across the fence in a mockingbird dance
as I told her to help herself to the blueberries
She stared at me, understanding
with an unmoving smile on her beak
and grateful that I had left her food as well
before gracefully flying off...........