A Little Magic
Inventing deadly traffic in his small mind
Published in
Jan 11, 2022
After dropping seeds, I savor the moment;
that one after you fill the bird feeder,
and wait with a tense shudder
for a little magic to appear. He returned
today, a glowing apple of meat,
flicking seeds with a larvae tongue,
cocked and twitchy, inventing deadly traffic
in his small mind, carrying secrets
in a bubbly silent laugh of falling husks.
The birdseed said it would attract him,
mixing gray sun with a motley brown fodder.
After eating a fill of winter gold, he arced away,
more calls to make, more breath to catch,
pleased to charm with pip and hackled plume.
©️ Trapper Markelz 2022
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