As if magnet-drawn,

Birds descended

On hanging dishes

Filled with new seed.

Dashing red cardinals

Dressed for spring flings

Led the entourage

With cheeps and wild bacchanals

Flitting here, dashing there

Calling undue attention to their revels.

Their dowdy mates

Were no less vocal

But let their voices

Do their bidding

“Do come join me, dear”

They flirted,

Swinging on the newly leaved

Bastard indigo

Just springing into bloom.

While I, sipping cranberry tea,

Watched their…..

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