Poem for Hour Twenty-One (21/24)

Covered platform,

Open platform,

Suet mixture holder,

Scrap basket,

Seed hopper,

Bowl feeder.

There’s grain and there’s seeds,

But no buffet of bugs,

So running water attracts,

What usually just won’t come.

Sunflower seed,

White millet feed,

Peanuts, cracked corn, and scraps.

A feast of old crusts, dough and donuts,

Stale, starchy, or fatty morsels,

May be like bread and butter,

But don’t forget to put out fruit,

To satisfy all the bird mothers.

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