Sweet feathery little creatures
Are flitting here and there
I have to feed them daily
Did you notice they won’t share?
The ground is white and frosty
A worm they can’t pluck out
Of the yard at my home until
Warm weather comes about.
I enjoy that the vast collection
Of birds are not the same
As the ones I have in summer
It’s the weather that’s to blame.
But it’s kind fun, don’t you think?
As new species’ stop to see
What I offer for refreshments
Such happiness they bring to me!
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