There is a battle brewing
Between the feathers and the fur
Our birdfeeder’s hung to feed the birds
The squirrels hang out below
Birds perch there to eat their fill
Squirrels don’t wait their turn
Birds fly off in hungry frenzy
Squirrels take their place and gorge
Why do I nurture my feathered friends
But so resent the rodent crew?
(Day 20: 1 subject 30 days #backandforthpoem)
A note on today’s poem – I found this the most challenging one this month – couldn’t seem to find the right words or rhythm.