Season of the birds

The world has quieted and now
the birds are free to sing,
no longer competing with the noise
of cars and jets.

In this calm, mama hummingbird builds her nest
on a wind chime and she
raises her baby
while they rock gently together in the breeze.

We get regular deliveries:
sugar from Instacart to make hummingbird nectar
bird seed in bulk from chewy.com
new feeders from Amazon.

The Fed Ex truck arrives and the gate is slammed.
The dogs run madly to inspect the box
and sniff disappointedly at yet another
present for the birds.

2 thoughts on “Season of the birds

  1. This resonated with my own quiet life these days. I particularly liked the specificity in stanza 3:
    “ sugar from Instacart to make hummingbird nectar
    bird seed in bulk from chewy.com
    new feeders from Amazon.”
    It made the poem that much more vivid & real.
    Thank you!

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