The following poem reminds me when we planted sunflowers in our backyard. I enjoyed their faces turning towards the sun. The stalks grew much larger than we imagined. In the fall the birds were crazy for the seeds. I decided we needed to ration throughout the season. We dried the huge seed heads in the garage and pulled them out one by one. Since then we’ve bought the black sunflower seeds for our feeders. But this hasn’t been near as much fun as watching them pull apart the seed heads.
Sunflower Seed Frenzy
by Rose Klix
A gathering of autumn bird
visitors arrived unannounced
at the cardinal’s feeding tree.
He’s learned to share —
sometimes. Picky eaters throw
millet and corn on the ground
to mourning doves and
the blue jay clean-up crew.
The summer birdfeeder emptiness
left them gleaning on their own.
Rob pours a new mixture
into the holders.
Black sunflower seeds
are all-time favorites
to create a feeding frenzy
and envy from the blocked squirrel.
Published as a 39th Annual contest winner in Pasque Petals, The Magazine of the South Dakota Poetry Society, Fall 2015, Volume 89:2
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