January 20, 2020 Chickadee Stalking Me

Writer’s block alert! I knew that if I tried to do a daily blog, the day would come when I’d be thinking “I’ve got nothing.” Today is that day. All I’ve got is a poem, and you probably hate poems. Admit it! You hate poems! Oh gosh, I need to get a grip.

I saw the empty feeder,
And felt a pang of shame,
But if winter birds are starving,
I’m surely not to blame.

And then I heard the call,
The song of the chickadee.
The bird itself was hidden,
I looked, but could not see.

He wasn’t on the wires,
Nor winging in the sky,
He’d call and then avoid me,
I think we all know why.

I watched the trees and branches,
I looked from side to side,
A crow cawed, “Look behind you!”
I turned, but the crow had lied.

The chickadee kept on singing,
It really seemed like taunting.
I guess I’ll fill the feeder,
To stop this awful haunting.

Like I said, I’ve got nothing! Tomorrow, I might have to start writing about puffins.

I’ll probably delete this in the morning (right after I fill the bird feeder. That’s right, I STILL haven’t done it!)