The chickadees love seeds—
Sunflower especially but also
The tiny white ones, grass,
Pine or weeds,
When I run out I try other grains—
Millet, wheat, oats, corn, barley,
Buckwheat, throwing handfuls
At their usual snow bank
Or holding the food in my palm
Where they land, cocking their heads
Carefully searching, picking
Through, rejecting them all, no
Sunflower seeds, until I finally
Toss the whole mess out
And watch the blue jays
Fork through the snow
To gobble every tiny bit,
Even old boiled rice
Buried in the white drifts.
© by Emily Strauss.
Used with the author’s permission.
Emily Strauss lives near San Francisco, California. A former English teacher who now tutors privately, Emily’s poems have appeared in Wordletting, Snakeview, Poetry Macao, and other journals. Her work tends to focus on the natural world, on images and sense perceptions. When she's not writing, Emily enjoys gardening, cooking, camping, and hiking.
Love this poem. I watch the birds in my yard religiously every morning. Cardinals are my sunflower seed gourmets. Jays are the picky ones here in Florida.
Posted 12/13/2011 10:33 AM