A Cardinal RuleHe fed from the feeder (near the window where you slept in). He ate his breakfast and flew away. I also ate alone my petit dejuner.
He fed himself alone, (well, so did I)...
Although I saw him later with his mate,
Or maybe it was just a date
They're gone now, though for a snack there's still
And with a sigh, so probably will I
Or take the sack to my window sil and stare...
To eat alone may not be fun,
That bird's nobody's fool.
A bird that's wise, -- Greg Molenaar 23 Feb 1994
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