"Birds"

Our feeder is empty
Where can they be?
Watching old movies
On TV

Maybe they are out
Our seeds to get
No need to pout
We won't starve yet

Squirrels steal our meals
Squandering it all
There are no deals
They never call

They bury it all
In a small hole
Having a ball
Filling their bowl

Humans can build
A ship to the moon
But can't build a feeder
A squirrel cannot tune

Day turns to night
A rest time we need
Birds are up early
To find their seed

For cars there no need
Nor airplanes or money
Birds just want seeds
And days that are sunny