They are causing some excitement. <br />At the end of my garden, the birds <br />most energetically alight on slender branches <br />with beaks pecking, necks arching <br />feet gripping as they balance, perching <br />in an acrobatic dance. <br />To reach the desired place and stance <br />and bite the reddening delights <br />that have ripened in the warm sunlight. <br />Cherries are now on the menu <br />but my wife is not convinced <br />of these birds and their providence. <br />She thinks those cherries better suit <br />pies or jams or, just for fruit. <br />She’s not impressed by the birds' <br />mastications as they peck and dart about <br />warbled warnings they do shout. <br />Watch out for the cat and that woman <br />with the ladder and white hat <br />intent on taking all the ripened fruit <br />that this tree has long been making <br />for us birds and our rightful delectation.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/working-birds/
