I am a bird feeder. Come,
Nibble, Peck your fill.
Boorish beaks spill my
feed. Insistent birds
devour then shove off.
Swing me, cold wind, I’m
empty air, feathers lost.
Sending poetry to the world
I am a bird feeder. Come,
Nibble, Peck your fill.
Boorish beaks spill my
feed. Insistent birds
devour then shove off.
Swing me, cold wind, I’m
empty air, feathers lost.