12 Bird Poems

IX.

The Bird Tree is in a bubble

I inhabit during fleeting

Vermont summers.

 

Perennials surround the tree

and flank the observation porch

a few feet away.

 

Squirrels, Chipmunks, and

an occasional Black Bear

are also attracted by theĀ feeders.

 

Porch visitors comment on the activity

around my porch, and might be scolded,

as they sit, by a Blue Jay looking for peanuts.

 

This is healing energy which, perhaps,

I could bottle and distribute –

an elixir in these dismal times.

 

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