I love this little slice of Life poem
Dixiedaisy.

Little brown heads crook
toward the window goddess.
From there,
it is where harvest comes.

So, you also feed the cute little devils.
I often take my intermissions at the park by the river; just to watch them chase each other around like spirited children; stopping occasionally to get snacks of fruit and nuts I've tossed them.

A good poet often sees the world through the eyes of a child. This poem has that childlike quality of beauty and wonderment, in addition to a lot of darn good descriptive language.

A most enjoyable read!