A Meal Shared
On my deck
They come to dine.
Of spring, they are
My first sign.
Seeds in a dish
Set with care
To feed the birds
That gather there.
I give to them,
They give to me.
They bring joy.
A sight to see.
Small and large,
My guests arrive
To enjoy a meal.
I help them thrive.
We share a moment
In our day
Then, till tomorrow
They're on their way.
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