The local birds enjoy coming into our back yard as they know my husband will throw bread out for them. As long as we are around, they know they are safe from our cat.

The bread flies upward
landing on the green patch of grass,
promises of a morning feast
and I’m the sole diner.

Just as I thought, fresh and tasty,
but it’s so exposed out here;
I cautiously watch you approaching,
hoping that cat isn’t close behind.

Why did you come so close?
Your movement frightened me.
Even here under the bush
You insist on following.

Okay, I’ll oblige,
I’ll show off my prize.
Now, maybe you’ll go away
and leave me in peace.
Words and photos by Val Mills
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