Day 30, Rispetto for my backyard wilderness

Day 30, Rispetto for my backyard wilderness
for my mom, Eileen Kaufman

Crow calls out caution, hawk circles overhead;

a junco shares the feeder with a titmouse.

Squirrels attack the seed bell, rip it to shreds,

I yell, but I don’t mind, the yard is their house.

Mom loved hummingbirds, lady bugs and daisies;

twenty years she’s gone, I still miss her daily.

In her spot I sit, watch birds out her window,

when I lean close, she’s crowding at my elbow.