Hungry Bird

A hungry bird in winter that comes tapping on the window
to have the feeder filled with sunflower, or else sit
on a limb nearby most of the day and watch how others criticize my feathers.

The lady who feeds me comes out in her red bathrobe
and scoops some seed from a bag. I know where the bag
is but cannot get to it. She keeps it covered and the cat

watches it when she is not watching it for other birds.
Other places are about in the forest. I just need to check
them out, see what is shaking in the wind.

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