Small Ways
Idle Verse: A Poetry Feature
Small Ways
I put up a bird feeder,
And for a long time nothing came.
There was a sadness to it
Standing ide, such a shame.
It felt like a useless gesture
Just hanging there,
Unvisited, unwanted,
Surrounded by nothing but air.
I felt ineffectual, useless.
Had I put it in the wrong position?
Had I failed in my wishful
Hopeful am…
