The pine tree in our front yard
is gaily decorated with
suet cakes, sunflower blossoms,
sunflower seed blocks, seed feeders,
thistle seed socks, and ears of corn.
Spread in a wide swath around it
is more seed in generous amounts
for the ground-feeding birds.
The tree is alive with birds,
as is the ground beneath it.
They number far too many to count.
Perhaps because of the abundance
of food sources, there’re no squabbles;
or perhaps it’s a Christmas truce.
The food should last out the day;
tomorrow morning will need a refill.
In our backyard, all autumn long,
various animals have been feasting
on the wind-fallen fruit beneath
our quartet of “dwarf” apple trees
Even three deer (does) have visited.
For a while, there were only two,
but yesterday we saw three again.
Today, fresh apples await them.
In the living room, the fir tree
blinks with lights and reflections
from shiny ornaments and tinsel.
Three of the lowest branches
are close enough to make a cat bed,
and there is always a cat there;
except, of course, at feeding time
(which is more important than a nap).
For my wife and I, our Christmas blessing
is the privilege to be able to watch.