894 Factoring In 03-10-2020

I fill feeders with sunflower seed.
I stuff suite into its holders.
I wait.

Surreptitiously,
cardinals, chick-a-dees, woodpeckers and wrens
and then squirrels searching for droppings,
sneak out to feed.
Nibble a seed here…
Peck at suite there…

Suddenly,

they flit to the branches,
scurry back to the bushes,
in a panic to hide.
Then,
they come again,
slowly,
reluctant,
as before.

I wonder at their behavior.

I am quiet.
Quite well hidden on the screen porch.
Their food will not evaporate.
Nor must they fight each other
for equal sustenence.

Why so furtive?
So skittish?

Then I factor in-
hawk.

Always
is the possibility of hawk.
And woe to those
deaf to the screech of a hunting hawk,
or blind to a winged shadow
floating across the feeding ground.

Never
does the predator
merely drift on the up-drafts.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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