The Feeder

The bird feeder was the it place to be.
When filled with a simple yet glorious feast.
The fluttering wings of the landing birds,
brings hurting hearts a silent joy.
Acrobatic whirling & flapping,
the birds are happy and coy.  
Rogue birds on the porch table
devouring stray food.  
A full bird is one with nothing to brood.  
Should become a human mood.  
And below two cloud colored bunnies gather.
Around two squirrels enigmatic pursuit.  
A hurting heart would rather,
loosen a root to the pain.
Let the natural world render anxiety mute
in the dim lands of the brain.