Bird Weary

 

The birds are merrily chirping

away in my backyard.

Robins are hopping around

searching for worms hiding just

under the surface of the grass.

Chickadees are picking out their

favorite seeds from the feeder,

then flying off to the chokecherry tree

to crack them open, finding the best

part hidden inside.

A small wren is singing loudly from

the top of the garden fence,

hoping to attract a mate.

And a pair of bluebirds are

busy hauling twigs and grass

into the bird box hanging on

a pole, building a nest for

the eggs to come.

Here I sit, all alone with nothing to

do, nowhere to be, no one to talk to.

Stupid birds!

 

Day Five