Bohemian Waxwing

bohemian waxwing

Bohemian,
with eyes on your wings,
You are a free spirit, flitting here,
there then gone. Like Spring,
you always return.

Vagabond,
you have stolen my heart
and most of the seeds from the feeder,
but only because you can. Fresh fruit
is your forte

and thus
my mulberry is bare, victim
of your appetite. The cobblers next winter
will be mostly crust; I make the sacrifice
gladly.

It is a small price
to pay for your company
considering your proclivity to thieve
and then fly away
without saying goodbye.

 

4 thoughts on “Bohemian Waxwing

  1. I love how you flow with this Sarah. I watched the pigeons eat all the seed I put out and scare other birds away day after day. I stopped myself from shoo’in them away, because they are God’s creatures too. I have however, invested in a Poppy shaped seed holder that is small and stands in a plant tub, so the smaller birds can get to it. I have my ways…. ❤

    1. You are a good person, Jane…

      It is easy to love the cute ones that behave nicely. but it takes a special heart to find a place for the jays and pigeons and those mean old mocking birds.

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