Perching in my garden
Swallowing winter berries
Singing Scandinavian lyrics
It's a flock of waxwings
Prominentcolourful crests
Creamish brown breasts
Maskround the eyes
White and yellow wings
Yellow tipped tails
Followwinter trails
Tailor made for flight
Flies through the night
A flock of waxwings rest
In mygarden nest
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