☕️ The Chickadee Tree

A poem for a January Saturday

The Chickadee-dee tree
may be bereft of leaves,
but it is not barren.

Its branches bustle with
flutter and flit-flitter
and black caps

bob-bobbing to the
rhythm of peck-pecking
as sunflower seed shells

like black crumbs
fall
fall
fall
onto white linen snow

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