In wired captivity, bound in cage , holding seed to  entice

Sunflower, nuts, grain…feathery feast.

White terrain not based on racial tension, no political apprehension; frozen land of winter

Hunger being the feeling of those taming sky with wing.

Barren cherry tree to provide seat, wooden boards providing protection from talons speed

They came.

Bird after bird to feed, cornucopia set hanging from the greenhouse eve

Scattered so, so many seeds that even the mice will eat.

A smile upon  my face as they try to pretend, to hide, as if they did not need

Flittering a short distance as if aloof, full, without care for  was left hanging.

So went this day,  a cold day filled with life, with birds, with seed

and when i turned to find warmth of the home the ear could hear

the sound of seed being picked by ever more the hungry beak.