Poetry, Every now and then i get a little bit lonely when my friends don't come around

Every now and then i get a little bit lonely when my friends don't come around

My sweet hummingbirds have deserted me

Since i've moved to my new home across town

I continue to make their tasty sugar water but still they roam

Leaving me feeling a bit let down

My other fine feathered friends never stop at my shiny red feeder, although it contains an exquisite mixture of seedy delights

I gaze out my bay window hoping to see them again, but they never arrive, guess it's time to turn off the outside lights

I guess they're all over at my old home thinking, " Ruby's flown the coop "

I guess my squirrely friends are waiting for pecans and peanuts

The pigeons i'm sure are worried ' cos they miss my leftover soup

The black bird scavengers most likely are perched on my old white picket fence

Wondering and hoping i'll return again

If only by chance

Maybe if i move my feeders away from my sad weeping willow tree

Maybe they saw willow crying

And went elsewhere to dine happily

Maybe i've solved my problem, moving the feeders away from the sad old willow tree

I guess i'll just do it

Then wait patiently