Friday, April 20, 2018

Bird Feeder Bully


I won't say his name out loud. Saying it out loud only makes him squawk louder, push his way thru the flock to gobble up all the sunflower seeds, fluff his chest feathers and peck at my head. So rude. Such a bully. He who shall not be named reminds me of one of your kind. I'll give you a hint who: Sometimes his tweets come out of the wrong end. Rhymes with rump.
Affectionately,
The Chickadee

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Choices


Today is April 19th and it's snowing. I'm cold and i'm trying not to regret my choice to be here.
I had other choices. Sunnier choices. Warmer choices. But I came back to South Street. I like your yard. You're usually pretty good about keeping the bird feeders full. The cats stay inside and don't try to kill me. All this gray tho? It's hard to keep my head up. Thank goodness we have each other. At the end of the day, I suppose there is no other place i'd rather be than here, bundled up and waiting for the sun to shine with you. 


Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Unusual Friends (part 2)


Something about you feels familiar. I think it's your eyes.
They smile when you look at me.
If I had arms, I would enjoy giving you a hug.
Are you sure we haven’t met before?

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Honesty


girl to girl
honestly
tell me
does my butt look big when I bend over like this?

Monday, April 16, 2018

Unusual Friends


Somedays, you never you who you are going to sit next to.
If you do get to pick, pick kind.
Pick someone you can lean your head on and laugh with.
Pick someone so different you might learn a thing or two.
Pick someone you don't want to snack on. 

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Indoor Resident



Dear Indoor Resident,
Seriously? Every time you say my name you're going to giggle? Greatly appreciated if you could conduct yourself more like an adult.
Affectionately,
The Tufted Titmouse

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Smart Guy


It's me. The Crow. The smart one the Seagull from Walmart was talking about yesterday.

You know that feeling you get every garbage day when i'm sitting defiantly on the lid of your can? That feeling that i'm watching watching your every move and the neighborhood crow crew is cawing back and forth talking about you. Little secret...we are. My advice? Sleep with one eye open.