You clung to the ledge last night
peering into my classroom
beady-eyed and fairy-feathered.
Did you forget the feeder hangs
behind you? Did you think that
eraser crumbs and paper scraps
would satisfy? We often confuse
the sustenance of suet and seeds,
peering past ordinary days,
looking through glass to
greener grass, supposing that the
Maker offers less than the media.