Down the garden I go,
Bird food in hand.
Fill the feeders with seed,
Fill others with sunflower hearts,
For the Goldfinches of course.
Towards the bird table I go,
Put some seed on it,
But also the sultanas.
As I empty the packet
The Blackbirds appear
All around me in the trees,
When I put the last sultana on
A Blackbird lands near my hand,
It looks at me in gratitude,
I remove my hand and stay still.
The Blackbirds come nearer
And join each other on the table
In their first feast of the day.
I stand a look at them,
As they look at me,
Trusting me.
I thank and praise nature
That they accept me,
Accept me as a friend,
And allow me their trust
As I stand amongst them,
In amongst the Blackbirds.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 23rd, 2023 01:10
- Comment from author about the poem: I am trusted by the birds I feed and it is wonderful.
- Category: Special occasion
- Views: 9
Comments5
İt is a successful storytelling. Good one
Thank you Serhat.
Andy
Gorgeous imagery dear Andy, 💖
Most kind Teddy.
Andy
It's a beautiful thing Andy.
It certainly is 2781, thank you.
Andy
Good write Gold. Do they sing?! heehee.
Thanks Orchi, they sing beautifully.
Andy
I am a bit of a birdy myself .. lovely creatures ..
They certainly are Neville.
Andy
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