Isaac

Flood-swollen air lingers

over my backyard, grass spongy

from prolonged rains. Sodden

pine boughs litter the green

while cardinals and finches

argue over available slots

in the sunflower feeders.

Children storm-freed

from classroom regimes,

these feathered evacuees

gorge greedily on dry seeds

while communal hummers

drink deeply the sweetened

water from plastic flowers.
Inside the comfort of my kitchen,

I can only watch and wonder

what air currents have tossed

them into my yard, led them

to the refuge of my roofed porch.