Poem: Song of the Chickadee

Black capped chickadee
Photo by Jerry Pickard

Song of the Chickadee

By Cynthia Sheridan

The seed is in the feeder box, I poured it from a pail

Now a chickadee is hovering above my garden rail

She darts and grabs a single seed, to where I cannot see

A hundred trips away and back, it’s nature’s mystery

Why not stay and dine a while, I ask my little friend

You take such tiny bites, I fear your job will never end

Off she goes, another seed is headed for the tree

And all around, a happy song: chick-a-dee-a-dee-adee