The Bird Feeder

Upon a hazy sky, during a night springs chill
yearning to feed the hungry;
I gaze upon an empty yard
and decide to fill its hollow stomach.

I know my special bird will come to me
I must feed her, protect her and comfort her
the way I did when she was born;
but she wont be alone- they will come.

All the fallen victims of drug addiction,
night crawlers and day walkers;
the ones nobody wanted around them
she urges me to gather - once they have fallen.

I'll lace my yard full of feeders and bird baths
it shall be a fortress for all who earn their wings,
I'll keep watch over all the feather flyers
and that one special bird- shall be their queen.