A blue jay landed on the porch railing today
searching for food usually out by this time of day.
She found leftover bits on the floor and stairs.
She looked around but saw no feeder then flew away.
The sun rose higher in the sky,
butterflies sipped nectar from the flowers,
bees did their drunken dance from one flower to the next.
The sun as bright as the day before,
as tomorrow will be.
The gravel driveway lay empty for hours so
a rabbit dared to taste the grass alongside it.
Other birds, cardinals, then two doves flew
down for brunch and pecked at yesterday’s remnants.
Then came the roar of a car up that driveway.
The rabbit sprung into the woods,
the cardinals and doves flew to the trees,
the butterflies and bees just continued.
The doors slowly opened.
A person came out of each, all wearing black.
Slowly, they walked past the butterflies and bees,
then past the rabbit’s path,
past where the birds had pecked for seeds.
Shortly, a woman came outside wearing colorful clothing,
carrying the bird feeder. She stretched to hang it high on the porch.
She looked older today.
Susan J. Mitchell
Susan J. Mitchell has been anthologized in Motif: Writing by Ear (Motif Books, 2009) and Motif: Come What May (Motif Books, 2010). She has written the following books: Snapshots (Heart to Heart Publishing, 2013), Directionally Challenged (but finding my way home) (Old Seventy Creek Publishing, 2014) and After the Heroin: A Mother’s Story in Poetry (Old Seventy Creek Publishing, 2017). Susan has been published in Lady! Literary Magazine. Susan is also a photographer. She lives and works in southeastern Kentucky.