Wee Beastie

A wee beastie, fluffy coat without buttons,
satellite dish ears orienting.
Micro kangaroo hops
across moss covered brick.
One, one, two. One, one, two.
The wee beastie watches
black button eyes anticipatory.
Feathered waiter has opened the buffet.
His yellow coat and blue bib
draw our attention.
One, one, two. One, one, two.
Sunflower seeds.
The menu is a bit simple.
Tablecloth covered in debris
from the last rain.
A random leaf dances past
–just because.
One, one, two. One, one, two.
One seed thrown aground and another,
two seeds down the beak.
A feather sticks.
Wet leaves cling to French doors.
Wee beastie happily munches.
tiny fingers hold treasure.
‘That’s how it’s done.’
The airborne pal tells us.
One, one, two. One, one, two.