Crows will cross the yellow line
Cleaning streets of carrion
Like the woman down the way
Raking leaves everyday
Sparrows rise from a horse field
Catching flies the dung heaps yield
Children, teens and dogs will flock
Voices heard way down the block
Cardinals, feathered in red
Live in pairs until one’s dead
Mr. Whistle likes to flirt
Blushing pink, I’m pert while curt
Vultures circle in the sky
Swooping down when prey they spy
Curtains move when I walk by
Mrs. Voila likes to pry
Wrens build nests by door and eave
Chattering until I leave
Sometimes someone just stops by
Staying so long, I might cry
Thrushes sing their melody
Flutelike voices rhapsody
Ms. Aurora likes to sing
In our houses, ears will ring
Indigo buntings come, go
Where they live I do not know
Well dressed Jehovahs knock, hope
Traveling up the road’s slope
Titmice chatter to their friends
Calling forth day’s start and end
Friends phone or visit me
Talking over coffee, tea
People, birds, home and wood
My eccentric neighborhood