WHAT SOME BIRDS DO ON THANKSGIVING
Widgeons quack and squeak,
squawk, “You’re here, you’re here,”
“I love you, I love you”
Turkeys, some of them
meander in the gold and gray of woods
suit feathers dripping from their black bulks
seeking ferns in seeps
Sparrows
flit and fluff
puff themselves up
for insulation, newly
remembering harshness
of colder months
They’re at the bird feeders
earlier, before dark, now
to forage for whatever
seed and berry’s
there for them
~ Lady