Photo by Viktor Talashuk on Unsplash

On the bird feeder
behind the house,
chickadee bobs and bounces.
Hops to the railing and along the wide board.

Wings flutter with slivers of white
like the edge of thin pages
of a holy book
riffled by a light wind,
not quite ready to turn.

In the trees in the front,
birds gather among the maples.
Sparrows in their dozens
blossom the branches
where leaves do not yet show.
Through a slightly open window,
their sound is choir full,
I turn off the music in my room.

April 2008