I am here to entertain.
The least you could do
is feed me.

—–

three dozen birds flock the front yard
red polls and pine siskins
a rowdy crowd of hungry guests
fighting for seats at the table

Rusted autumn leaves
linger well past their season.
Some just can’t let go.

—

Two bursts of rainbow
frame the intense morning light:
Celestial sun dogs.

—

Soft paws stretch outward,
Yawning free from a long rest
ere they turn to leave.

—

Fifty feathered troops:
An army of red berets
attacks my feeders.