400 Poem Challenge (completed December 26, 10:15am)

feeders

i watch the birds at their feeders

every single day

and wonder what is on their minds

what would they say

life for them is one direction

a constant need to survive

that is why i feed them

so in the coldest winter, i help them stay alive

i guess in a way i envy them

their decisions are but few

they forage all day, sleep at night

and in the morning, they know what they have to do

they don't have a lot of decisions

don't worry about taxes or unemployed

don't stress, take pills, or grieve

don't worry about being emotionally destroyed

they  just flitter around the feeders

and pick up fallen seeds on the ground

leave little footprints on my veranda

and they don't make a sound

i guess they also have their hardships

the elements, predators and such

but i feel that if i keep feeding them

they won't have to endure as much