The bird feeder is full.

It seems that I have no pull

Because the penguins don’t come.

Sure would like to see some.

I have birds of blue and red

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And ones that knock their head.

But the penguins don’t come.

Sure would like to see some.

Some say Minnesota is too cold.

Too hot also I am told.

Either way, the penguins don’t come.

Sure would like to see some.

There is water in the bird bath.

I want to see so many, I need math.

But the penguins don’t come.

Sure would like to see some.

There is water all around

And no loud sound.

Yet the penguins don’t come.

Sure would like to see some.

I stand at the window and look.

In my hand, my bird book.

But the penguins don’t come.

Sure would like to see some.

Birds of black and white

That would be a sight.

But the penguins don’t come.

Sure would like to see some.

I have very good seed.

That’s all they should need.

Yet the penguins don’t come.

Sure would like to see some.

I know – I’ll put out fish.

They should like that dish.

I’m sure then the penguins will come

And I will get to see some.

The Post Bulletin publishes poetry by local and area writers every Tuesday. Send poems to life@postbulletin.com with the subject line "Poetry submission."