A Glorious Day
I’m sitting outside in the sun.
The foliage change has begun;
So the leaves, gold and brown,
Have been fluttering down
And the squirrels are out on the run.
Though I filled up the feeder with seed,
Local birds haven’t yet taken heed,
But the longer I sit
One will get wind of it
And the rest will come flocking to feed.
Such a glorious day in the fall
Should be greeted and welcomed by all,
For they’re precious and few
And we haven’t a clue
When the Reaper may give us a call.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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