Bird Feeding Frenzy

A poem about a humble little bird feeder.

By Madison NewtonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Watchful, guarding yards,

a perch for fluttering choirs

of sweet singing birds.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Madison Newton

I'm a recent graduate of Stony Brook University with a degree in Environmental Humanities and Filmmaking. I love writing and storytelling, and I love sharing my work so I can continue to improve my written voice.

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Roy Stevensabout a year ago
The assonance works beautifully. 'guarding yards' is excellent!

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A poem about a humble little bird feeder.

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