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Our Dangling Cafe

The sparrows now are being fed their meals,

A column feeder dangles from the crab,

In Winter’s snow, lets them kick up their heels:

Their beaks will search for sunflower seeds to grab.

A new cafe can take a while to catch,

The feeder hung all filled but bare of bird,

To flaunt the board from room was quite a sketch,

Our largesse being ignored seemed absurd.

The next seed filling change their seedy dish,

When souffle won’t sell try a switch to quiche:

For cardinals whole seeds fulfill their wish,

To sparrows, chat of eating eggs is gauche.

They’ll join at latest spot to dine when snow

Make living out of doors a hardened go.