Feeder Friends, a poem

Nuthatch nerve,
In and out with a swerve
Oh to be so brave,
Climb and dash all day
With a definite goal in mind,
But not without being kind.

Chickadee chatter,
Your voice demands to matter
Staying at a safe length,
But curiosity is your strength
A small group of joyous friends,
So fun to watch thru the lens!

Flicker feeling,
Almost too shy to be stealing
So large next to the littles,
Yet very patient and gentle
Watching with your ancient mind,
Waiting for your turn in line.