A Birdhouse Poem

The Birdhouse

My Birdhouse Sketch

After a long winter I fill
the sweet wooden birdhouse
and wait for the oriole to return.

I shoo away the squirrel that climbs
upon the rusty metal stand. Keep to
your acorns, I say. There are plenty.

Squawking lapis jay comes next
drops bits of seed to the ground
where grass sprouts underneath.

A wild turkey nibbles the fallen fodder.
I hope his whole family comes again
like every afternoon last spring?

Previously published in The Avocet, a nature journal, Spring 2016

10 Comments

Claudia Godinez on June 3, 2017 at 8:30 am

Jill, What a beautiful poem honoring nature and the beauty of the countryside. I hope the animals come to visit every springtime.

Carol Leimbach on June 3, 2017 at 8:48 am

♥️

Dorothea Laub on June 3, 2017 at 9:42 am

Lovely

Linda Ravden on June 3, 2017 at 10:21 am

Lovely poem Jill. I missed you last night at Inspirations and The Ink Spot…had hoped to see you and say hi! Xoxoxo

MaryAnita Winklea on June 3, 2017 at 11:03 am

Lovely Jill!

Pamela Underwood on June 3, 2017 at 11:25 am

I love your watercolor Jill. The poem is beautiful.XX

Judy Reeves on June 3, 2017 at 12:03 pm

I hope every spring, too, Jill. Thanks for posting this poem. Love your sweet watercolor.

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