Birds in Winter
My wife feeds the birds
all winter
They see her
every day
through
the sunroom window
scooping up today’s allotment
of seeds
from a big sack
she told me
there were
maybe a hundred birds
in our trees yesterday
They flutter
to keep warm
they sing
to cheer her on
they applaud her
Deep Feeding
In my poem
Birds in Winter
I meant to say
that my wife feeds
the birds
and instead wrote
that she feels
the birds
which she says
she likes better
and in truth
it is more like her
