Swooping down in excitement from a tree,
A magpie spies the nuts and seeds with me.
A squirrel nearby watches the commotion,
Its swishing tail plotting paths of anticipation.
The bounty descends effortless to the ground,
Like wheat chaff in the muted siren of sound.
As the magpie dances, delighted at the sight,
The squirrel scampers to the peanuts in flight
His hands hoover goobers into his mouth; swiftly
He scampers his legumed loot to his tree pantry.
Feasting irritatingly, the magpie hops and hovers,
On a seed banquet of more than enough left overs.