Birds in winter.......

 

The trees are bare, the grass is brown,
no birds anywhere, not a peep, not a sound.
Bushes are bare, not even red berries,
no food in the garden, not even wild cherries.

Breadcrumbs, corn seeds placed on the ground,
but where are the birds, nowhere to be found.
Hope they arrive soon, before the rain,
all will be lost, oh, what a shame.

Feeders are full with an assortment of seed,
 sitting, waiting, where are they, time to feed.
Wind is picking up, heavens are getting dark,
better hurry before they have to stop and park.

Look up on the roof, a crow a sparrow,
preening its wings in the shingles narrow.
Over the phone wire doves are flying,
making their way down, well they are trying.

Look up toward the sky, here come more sparrows,  
swoop, loop and glide in the breeze like an arrow.     
With grace they start landing one, two, many more,
must be getting hungry, here they come for sure.

Sparrows on the branches pushing each other,
filling their bellies with seeds, ducking for cover.
Doves flying down always eat on the ground,
breadcrumbs, corn seed, fallen bird seed all around.

Better hurry, in the distance, hear the rumbling,
rain is getting closer, the heavens are grumbling.
Ground is getting wet, birds begin to scatter,
at least they got to eat, for now it does not matter.

 

Written By:
Karen Palumbo
1/20/2007
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