Around the cheap tube feeder just outside
My window, and they, too, like to harangue
Me when the feeder's empty, though they hide
When I come out to fill it. Once a day
At least, I find they've eaten all, or spilled
The seed I've poured inside it. I obey
Their shrill demands, because I'm really thrilled
To watch them so cavort where I can see
Them at their birdie doings all day long.
I know the show they put on's not for me
Expressly, but I ask you, what is wrong
With staring out my window, oh, for hours?
When spring comes then I'll also watch the flow'rs.