Camouflage
a young apple shelters
sparrows levitating
between feeder, branch and earth
wheeling and sharing
their order indiscernible
to a casual eye
poof, they disappear
was gray squirrel the cause
grown ponderous with mild winter
and abundant gifts of seed
did wind voice call them into flight
as I lean too close to the glass
my work is weekly refills
feeders with seed
cars with gas
self with swims
like their feeders
my cupboards also overflow
hard winters will come again
for now eat fly sing
and practice invisibility