But the birds

a poem

But the birds are back 

you know the ones 
small birds
with little orange feet
brown-and-white-speckled wings 
Pudgy 

they look like most birds but, 
I know these birds
   
months ago 
when the air was warm and soft
the leaves green and lively 
I wished them a fair journey north 

But the birds are back

the Autumn Winds bluster
the air chills and nips at my face 
and as the leaves fall
I wish them a fair journey south 

Of course, there are 
other Things 
to worry about. 

The birds are small 
they dont matter
(some would say)
Stop Talking To Birds 
You Have to Worry About 
The Things 

and I do 

But the birds are back 
sitting on the old algae-ic green 
wood of my neighbors porch 

the birds like it here
as do I
basking 
in Sunset 
Golden Sunset