The bird (a dove?) was pecking ‘round
The seeds that scattered on the ground.
A chipmunk timidly approached;
The bird disliked his turf encroached.
So twice I saw him lift his wings
(I rarely get to see such things)
To scare the chipmunk (just a guess);
The rodent, though, felt no distress.
A cardinal came by to feed
And little birds of unknown breed.
The dove calmed down, the chipmunk stayed
While from my perch, I never strayed.
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