I watch and wonder about
These regular visitors to our HOUSE —
Do they DREAM of our feeders?
Ponder PETTY squabbling over seeds?
Plot to EXPEL the squirrels?
Curse when the feeders are empty?
Our little bird friends

Georg’ann

Quickly an EXTRA place was set
for the EXILE who’d come to the table.
Unexpected, he had crossed the border,
newly drawn in this on-going war.
We EXCEL at moving undetected,
in and out of our homelands.
Guarded, I EXPEL a sigh,
letting the tension release
as I ladle the soup into his bowl.

Heather