Autumn Equinox

Autumnal Feast

A chattering bird sings in the wild thistle bed,
seeking seeds in each white, downy head.

Strong beaked and bright eyed, this little bird,
that across the red fuschias I've often heard,

enjoys a feast, as it pulls and heaves,
at the spiky plants with razor sharp leaves.

Harvesting the bounty of autumnal earth,
filling its belly, swelling its girth,
laying down stores for winter's dearth.