Feeding the Soul

chirps and chips
frantic hops
darting left
then right
swooping up
and over
to the sudden
eager chorus
of baby beaks
stretched wide
in demanding supplication
nestled, bent-kneed
among a fern pew
in the holy chapel
of nature’s spirit.

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