Rufous spies  some newly planted grass seeds strewn liberally on  black  soil.

 

“A meal  for  me?” he  wonders.

 

“Nahhhh…. I’m sick of the same old, same old. I’ll wait ’til they feed Crispin his sunflower seeds and invite myself for lunch.”

 

“I’ll leave you a few … if I’m not hungry anymore,” says Crispin.

 

Don’t think I’m not caring,

And I don’t mind sharing,

But Rufous is greedy,

It’s not that he’s needy.

 

It’s lovely to have enough,

Life here is not so rough,

Maybe I’ll leave Rufous

Seeds. Such a doofus.