messy birds
messy birds, flinging birdseed
over the deck floor from the translucent
suction-cupped feeder on my window
i sweep and try to gather up the bits
between the metal ridges, sighing,
but not regretting the glorious spread
of their wings as they land
on the narrow ledge to dip and pick
my privilege to watch them ungrateful
but happy to feed amid all our man-
made changes to their natural world