New Spring Songs
by Cindy Morawski
Looking out my kitchen window, I notice the birds feeding. One particular squirrel sits atop our big red metal feeder like a prince
surveying his kingdom. A plague of doves float down to pick up the remains of the seeds. They flap and beat their wings in a noisy and bossy way. Soon, they cover the ground with their muted colors. One sounds the alarm, when suddenly a large bird shadow flies over. A hawk cries a warning. He's just as hungry. The doves fly up in a mass of feathers and panic.