A Summer Service Station
Midst shades of green prepared delights hang.
Black white green brown gold and blue
The many feathered customers arrive.
Inexperienced lows fliers not sure of landings,
Experienced ones like arrows aimed at targets.
Graceful gliders, greedy gobblers,
Brash foreign visitors of fur and feather take food not meant for them.
Unexpected young ones find poles are not trees,
The variety on flowers and bushes is sampled.
Beneath bushes the metal chickens keep watch
On busy ground feeders eating crumbs falling from above.
Drinkers and bathers share the same pool,
Topped up by frequent summer showers.
As fast as they came fed and watered they depart.
All is peaceful until the next arrivals.
©A M Merritt 2011