The Tricky Chickadee

The Tricky Chickadee

He sneaks into my yard
all sharp and tenacious,
wearing a face mask
as we all do these days.

He rushes a sunflower,
steals savory seeds
right from its heart
then makes a frantic getaway.

From the safety of his gang
high in the trees,
he shares a joyful snicker
at our human gravity.

In victory he cries—
trick-a-dee-dee-dee,
trick-a-dee-dee-dee,
trick-a-dee-dee-dee!


This is the poem I wrote with my pals at Charles House yesterday. We focused on bird poetry, including Dickinson’s Hope is the thing with feathers, Shelley’s To a Skylark and Frost’s The Last Word of a Bluebird, which seems to be a fun one he apparently wrote for his daughter Lesley.

Unknown's avatar

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

9 Responses to The Tricky Chickadee

  1. Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld's avatar Lisa Tomey says:

    He’s pretty fortunate.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Cassa Bassa's avatar Cassa Bassa says:

    That’s delightful! The face mask 👍😁

    Liked by 1 person

  3. JeanMarie's avatar JeanMarie says:

    Nice. Bird poetry is a welcome breath of air after the slew of political frenzy,

    Liked by 1 person

  4. That’s a cute one.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a reply to Bartholomew Barker Cancel reply