Sparrows on the
Patio
Sparrows come
abundantly to the patio,
Landing on the
metal table, nervous, hungry.
They do not know
that I have a bird camera
Sitting on the
ledge of the fence
Watching them.
They will peck
at the grains of birdfeed
Hop, peck, hop,
peck--
Looking guilty
all the while.
They will
scratch at the feed,
Without motive,
without thought.
There will be
males and females,
But more males
than females.
There will be an
occasional visit
By a cardinal, a
mourning dove, a blackbird.
Nothing more.
Later I will
retrieve the memory card from the camera.
I will sift
through the images, prizing some, thrashing
most.
Enhancing the
keepers, sharing them
With those who
have neither patio, bird cameras, or sparrows.
--June 7, 2013
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