January Birdfeeding

5 Jan

by Nancy Scott

I offer cracked seed

to calm their chatter

of crumbs and frozen outer feathers.

Sparrows never fly south;

never heed gossip of woodsmoke.

They feed from the concrete,

stay to break the ice,

sing cicled script,

bargain in the hardest season

till the will of winter melts.

 

Nancy Scott, Easton, PA, is a blind essayist and poet.  Her over-500 bylines have appeared in magazines, literary journals, anthologies and newspapers, and as audio commentaries.  Her third chapbook, co-authored with artist Maryann Riker, is entitled “The Nature of Beyond.”

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