Jill G Hall

A Birdhouse Poem

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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 thoughts on “A Birdhouse Poem”

  1. Claudia Godinez

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

  4. Linda Ravden

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

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