Returned from vacation to find my feeders and birdbath empty. Still the birds were dropping by as I sat drinking my morning coffee.
they still stop by
to check for seeds,
for a place to cool off
in summer’s oven heat
wondering…
Do birds wonder?
… if their provider
has taken the time
to refill, no concern
for the price of seeds,
of the water
in a time of drought.
Eventually, they will cease
to check for either,
find other sources
leaving me alone…
to miss the variety
of their chirps,
the small battles for dominance,
the frantic splashes
as oils and mites
are washed away
leaving feathers pristine
and ready for preening.
Should humans stop,
they would find a way,
move beyond the houses
to forests and fields,
streams and rivers…
well, as long as those
survive mankind’s hand.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-06-13 at 15:38
Tags Nature Conservation
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Empty
Feeders empty,they still stop by
to check for seeds,
for a place to cool off
in summer’s oven heat
wondering…
Do birds wonder?
… if their provider
has taken the time
to refill, no concern
for the price of seeds,
of the water
in a time of drought.
Eventually, they will cease
to check for either,
find other sources
leaving me alone…
to miss the variety
of their chirps,
the small battles for dominance,
the frantic splashes
as oils and mites
are washed away
leaving feathers pristine
and ready for preening.
Should humans stop,
they would find a way,
move beyond the houses
to forests and fields,
streams and rivers…
well, as long as those
survive mankind’s hand.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-06-13 at 15:38
Tags Nature Conservation
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
