Watching Birds
A short poem

I watched a group of birds through my front window today.
They were very restless, hovering, flitting
To the tree
To the bush
To the ground
In some sequence known only to them
Do birds have a hierarchy?
Do the highest ranked birds get their pick of perches?
Or is that random? First come, first served.
I'm guessing the highest ranked birds get their pick of mates.
But does male or female choose?
They're all quiet now,
Hiding somewhere, away from predators and heat.
Perhaps I'll see the same birds tomorrow.
I'm no expert,
But I enjoyed today's show.
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
I'm a soon-to-be retired music educator. This is my 40th and final year at the same school. I enjoy writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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