like Dark-Eyed Junco, Red-Bellied Woodpecker
and Eastern Bluebird.
Whether
through echoing birdsong or salacious chirping,
somehow they hear about
the Perch to Be,
and they arrive alone or in small, happy fluttering
flocks,
or in dysfunctional trios that swoop down territorially.
I've
even had matched pairs arguing on the rooftop,
he, fiery in red and she,
with her blazing orange beak.
They're fleeting, spitting sunflower
seed shells every which way,
tweeting, twittering, cheeping and shrieking all
the while.
They eat and run, they vie and fly.
They're the most terrible
guests.
I could entertain them all day.
