I cracked the window an inch,
letting in an icy draft
filled with the chattering of birds,
dotting the yards,
punctuating the trees.
The smallest movement sends them
flying in a blur.
Red-wing blackbirds, waxwings, grackles
cowbirds and red-breasted robins,
a congregation of busy, nervous feathers.
Cat comes running up the sidewalk,
her body alive with eagerness for a feast
if she can catch one.
No luck yet.
“I meant to do my work today but a brown bird sang in the apple tree…” -Richard Le Gallienne