It began as an impulse
A bag of black seeds from the grocer’s pet food aisle
Who knew the lives this bag would touch?
Until January brought bone-chilling winds and deep snow
Spilling black gold upon the snow
How many eyes were watching?
Welcoming a parade of creatures
Finches, cardinals, chickadee, juncos
Woodpeckers, waxwings and
a tribe of 6 ravenous squirrels
Housebound creatures gather at the window
The cat chortles at the flurry of activity
As the dog paces, separated by mere inches and a pane of glass
My soul dreams of stray sunflowers sprouting to commemorate this joyful show
