The birds have ignored 

The bread I spread in hope on the ground.

Starling and jackdaw,

Happy to pick and peck before,

Any scraps welcome,

Alert to me and my back door.

But now there’s expectation.

Quality snacks of suet, ground insects.

White bread crusts lie rejected,

Required no more,

Turning to mush as drizzle falls.

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