The Birds Will Come

I wait for them. 

Put out the seed.

Sit quietly.

But the birds don’t come. 


I call to them.

Fill the bath.

Hold my breath.

But the birds don’t come.


I long for them. 

Plant a flower. 

Watch all day.

But the birds don’t come.


I start to pray.

Put out the seed. 

Walk away.

The birds will come.


I pray again.

Fill the bath.

Let out my breath. 

The birds will come.


I pray some more.

Water the flower.

Write all day. 

The birds will come. 

The birds will come.

By

JL McCarthy

July 28, 2020