Poemasabi I : a playful poet is me : thank you for coming
An empty feeder
is a lonely place it's true.
Eager beaks await
the man who fills with new seed.
Chips and chirps and calls
explode from the trees and ground.
He's finally done!
But Chickadees come back first.
They will always come back first.
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