Silent and Sideways

 

There’s this red bird feeder across the street

At my neighbor’s house

It’s been laying there, on the front lawn

for what seems like months-

It just lays there,

Red in the grass, silent and sideways

Every time I walk by it

I wonder

I wonder if its content

laying there-

on the ground

no bird seed, no connection with tree, no visits from small creatures

Is it happy? Lucky? Thankful to have broken free?

Or does it hold hope of inspiration,

Excitement or new adventures in the idea,

of one day-

Maybe

being hooked back onto the tree?

 

Remembering days gone by-

Red in the grass,

Silent and sideways.