Clustered on the feeders
That surround my patio.
It’s October’s end,
Still far too soon
For real ones to appear
Although the early snow
Reported just today
In central Kansas
Is bound to push them south
Within a week or so
To decorate the garden
With their yellow feathers,
Stir the leaves with flurried flight,
Warm the air within my house
With sights of pointy beaks
And plush breasts
Inches past the window glass.
©2019 John I. Blair, 10/31/2019
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