Throng of pine siskin
Army of red-winged blackbird
Here for the winter
All day every day
Fighting each other for seed
Not stopping for rain
Neither could be called
Lyrical songsters, more like
Dissonant janglers
Eating their way through
twenty pounds of seed per week,
two bags of dried worms
I wonder what our
year-round residents suppose,
or if they notice
~dkm 30/52
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