I bought a green glass bird feeder. Hung it in the backyard to honor birdmanmac, my complicated dad. Filled it with songbird seed. And waited. Checked it everyday until at last a spider spun a web across the surface. Brushed it away, waited more.
On the first anniversary of the day he died, a small miracle. A lone chickadee darted from leafy overhang to steal a seed. Quick quick, back and forth. A test, a testament, while the feeder danced and spun. Safe. Called to his birdkin.
Today a banditry of birds sings among the treetops for me. For him.
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About katemccarrollmoore
Kate Moore’s passion is literacy, and she serves as a mentor teacher and staff developer throughout the greater Bay Area. Kate served three terms as the City of San Ramon's Poet Laureate (2012-2018); she also teaches poetry writing workshops for children and adults. Kate holds a Doctorate in Educational Leadership for Social Justice from California State University, East Bay, an M.A. in Teacher Leadership from St. Mary’s and a B.A. in English Education from SUNY Albany. She and Bob Moore are the proud parents of four beautiful grown daughters, and the smitten grandparents of six beautiful children who fill them with hope for the future.
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I just LOVE this… Walt would too…. I like our backyard sanctuary…