While dawn breaks
The finches, redbirds, blue jays,
Chickadees, doves, nuthatches
Flock to the feeders
Finding provender
Whose origin they never ask.
After all, as they hop
From opening to opening,
What possible link
Could they make
With the face in the window
That watches intently,
Blinks drowsily at their task,
Yawns
And smiles?
©2022, John I. Blair, 7/19/2022
Encore
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