Under New Management
Above the hummingbird feeders,
atop the  shepherd's crook
The goldfinch
   majestically regal in his
       bright yellow and black plumage
seemed puzzled.
He chattered.
"Where are my sunflower seeds?
What are these strange clear things with the little 'flowers'?"
He looked up.Then down.
He seemed to look directly at Jeanine and me
standing not five feet away,
 on the other side of the window glass.
One last time he chattered,
"Who moved my feeder?"
When we gave no answer,
Finally,
He flew away.