Morning, noon and night,
Much to my delight,
The suet, the seed and the water fountain,
Turn me into a binoculared spectator on the mountain.
Keeping an eye on the happenings out back,
These fine feathered friends sure demand their snacks!
Solitary warbler dressed in yellow,
Never the one to sit still and be mellow!
While dashing gracefully from flower to flower
Hummingbirds noisily assert territorial power.
A gregarious sighting any time of day
When a few dozen bushtits will join in the fray,
They cluster on the suet while busily chatting,
While a juvenile flicker is preening its wing.
Many a morning song sparrows serenade,
Then suddenly a shrill screech announces a bird of prey.
The juncos, the finches, the wrens and the thrush,
All of them scatter in a panicky rush.
It’s so quiet and eerie while the hawk is around,
Not even the aloof kinglet makes a sound.
Darkness sets in with the full moon so bright,
Illuminating the owl as it glides into the night.
The next morning when the sun rises again,
My fine feathered friends are back, even in the rain.