Feed the birds The neighborhood birds come to our balcony for breakfast And they let us know if we're late Everybody has a distinct personality There are shy ones who peck quickly and fly away the second I sip my tea or glance at them There are brave ones who wander around looking for food closer to the table There are curious ones who stand on the feeder and tilt their heads and watch me There are greedy ones who fly back with their beaks still stuffed and count how much food is left There are patient ones who wait their turn There are aggressive ones who flap and peck at others in their space before eating When they're really hungry at odd hours I know there's going to be rain They're all very beautiful Cutest soap opera ever |