Birdie

 This a poem about expressing the sadness I have that we are destroying birds' homes.

Love the songs outside,no trees. Cut awayand replaced with yellowing grass.however, there are

Birdfeeders with suction cups

sit against my window. They

do not often come to dine,

because there is no shade.

I wish to have a

house for them to nest.

There are no branches

for their home to rest.

The sunflower seeds become

mouldy. I clean the plastic,

just to refill it again.

Hoping maybe this week, they

will find my feed.