Winter Friends

The gathered birds are making such a cacophonous sound. It is their way of telling me they now are onward bound. They are rounding up the young, reminding every single bird. They are so loud I am quite sure that every bird has heard. The blackbirds, starlings, swallows, are headed on their way. It’s time to fill the feeders now for the little ones that stay. The chickadees and juncos, the towhees and that bunch, Will be pecking at my window and begging for their lunch. For just a few small handouts, they will keep me entertained And chase away my doldrums, when all I see is rain. With unspoken agreement, they’ll provide the fun and song. My part their food and water, the whole cold winter long. received hm in this one