Tree swallows have occupied the bluebird house I hung,
over there, in the garden, by the flower bed.
Take a look for yourself neighbor, if you dare.They arrived dark and sleek in streamlined flight,
checked the neighborhood. Came in low
over the little house, then veered upward. Lit at last on the slanted roof.
My housekeeping must suit them.
Soon they began furnishing the place. Back and forth, installing comforts only birds would like –
a bit of string, some tufts of grass, dryer lint.
Now they have claimed one whole section of the garden.Trees, too. No trespassers allowed.
I can’t get near to weed or trim the shrubs.
Down they dive, swoop close, attack my hat and hair,drive me away. So be careful, you’re likely to get pecked.
Take a hat off the rack near the kitchen door.
They seem to particularly dislike shiny bald heads.Copyright October 2021, Linda J Himot
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