Ringside Seat
Gabcast! Dancing With Daisy #50 - Ringside Seat Click the play button above to listen to me read this poem. Ringside Seat From his desk where he worked, he had a free ticket and a ringside seat to the daily window circus that performed in the bird feeder outside. With great delight, he watched the birds who, like trapeze artists in bright flashy clothes, flew gracefully from the tree in the yard, swooping through the air, alighting gently on the perch of the feeder. At first he scowled when the squirrels arrived. Like clowns wearing gray fur suits with white underbellies, they climbed and jumped and bumbled about, twitching their tails, stealing seed from his birds and each other. He chased them away when he could. He rigged the feeder trying to block their path, but like clowns, they were smarter than they looked. Funny, furry acrobats with whiskers and shiny beady eyes, they flipped and flew. They scampered on wires, sliding here, pulling themselves there, clinging, cli...