My Poems

Nantucket Birds

It’s gray cloudy and blustery on this November day 

Brown tattered leaves blowing every which way

Little birds are flying among the crusty leaves

Not sure watch is which my eyes tend to deceive

 I will stay and I’ll watch so I can tell them apart

Those landing on the feeder would be a good start

The feeder is plenty filled and standing very tall

A large variety of  seeds, I think I bought them all 

I live on the now cold shores of old Nantucket

The blend of feed I make in a big steel bucket

So many homes are empty at this time of year

Our little feathered friends find less food I fear

I make the blend with berries milo and sunflower seeds

The bucket holds enough for this whole winters needs

Quickly on the feeder three or four birds zoom in to dine

Once they have found me they’ll be back all the time

I look  forward to seeing them in the early spring

Outside my kitchen window I will hear them sing

Looking plump and healthy is so pleasing to my eyes

Knowing the time I took making this blend was wise

From past years the birds know these trees are the best

On the very strong branches they will build their nest

Mothers tell the youngins, your twiggy legs I would not pull

Starting in October always with the best this feeder will be full

by Eileen Clark