Out My Window

Not a second later
Of putting out the seed
The wrens were feasting
Brown and grey
One at a time
Taking advantage
That the squirrels are
Nowhere to be seen
A titmouse takes a look
Waits its turn
And snatches a seed
My tabby sits at the window
Wagging his tail
For another bird to come.
The squirrel's back
Stealing seed
The birds move off
My tabby mews
And abandons the watch

©2011 John A. Mills