I put the sugar water out for the
hummingbirds. Now I just wait.
The squirrel sneaks up and steals
the fallen unshelled black sunflower
seeds, a favorite of the grackles too
who are the mafia of bird world
chasing off the little ones, stealing
all the food. Jasmine is fascinated
by the squirrel, observing it in military
stealth mode, assumed flat on the
ground position so as not to be seen.
All she's missing is poking her head
out from between tall blades of grass.
The fan is oscillating, cars whiz by
on 17C and the different dialects
inside bird world are the only
conversations going on at 7:00 pm.
I'm sitting quietly, listening, watching
our small world through the big window.
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