GREAT JOY
Finches, juncos, and sparrows
are having a dinner party
at my bird feeder.
They crack the hulls
of sunflower seeds
with their miraculous beaks.
Below them
in the snow
a squirrel waits eagerly
for the occasional
seed
that slips unopened
at his feet.
Small seed.
Great joy.
For the hungry squirrel
any food at all
is a feast.
Copyright © 2003 Margaret Robison
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