Uninvited Guests

A lifetime ago, before the flood that still bedevils our cabin, we fed the birds. And other critters as it turned out.



Uninvited Guests


Late summer at the cabin
and we scatter birdseed
for the last of the warblers.

Only a grizzled turkey
wanders by, pecking
at the milo and cracked corn.

At dark a young buck
trips the yard light, finds
the bonanza before a raccoon

bullies him back from the food,
intent on stuffing his own mouth.

Come morning, the mixture
"Guaranteed to attract cardinals,
finches, juncos and jays"

is shelved for the season
and perhaps permanently

as the Tom steps through thin grass,
wattle swaying, hoping for a handout.



Marilyn Aschoff Mellor