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The Flurry ‘Round the Feeders
The snow is not the only flurry
on this extremely cold, chill day.
The birds, it appears, are in a hurry
“The food is here,” they seem to say.
Quickly they each decide to scurry
but find there’s ‘someone’ in the way.
Perhaps, think they, “There’s quite a slurry
but it may not last another day!”
And so the birds, they come a flutter
and lightly perch on what they may.
“A challenge this,” they seem to twitter,
despite the cold; they mean to stay.
My imagination they have captured;
I watch them with such tender care.
Alighting they, with fragile stature,
They’ve journeyed from … I know not where.
All through Winter’s cold and snow,
I’ll faithfully those feeders tend
Intending that the birds not go.
‘til Spring arrives and Winter ends.
written by yours truly
Jan. 7, 2010
(Looks like a valentine... perhaps I'll use this photo again!)