Freshly painted, white as snow

Everything looks bright.

I will have to leave my footprints

On this marvelous painted lawn.

The wind is brisque but mild

Normal for this time of year.

The birds will have to hunt and forage

As food will be scarce to find.

But drop by my back yard

My daughter has five bird feeders

Full of all your delights

And even some peanuts.

Must hurray now

Must pay my respects to my God.

He is waiting patiently at Mass

For this sinner to repent.