Bird Rescue
The boxes on the counter contain open-wide beaks
Of newly hatched birds, each begging for the food he seeks.
These babies are orphans, whose parents died or have left,
Or they fell out of a nest, leaving parents bereft.
Birds, hand-raised, are depending on those volunteering.
Our heroes are the bird lovers who show such caring.
We need these helpers who feed each one in small amount,
And those who scan the skies to achieve a yearly bird count.
I'm thankful for bird lovers who are keeping the score,
And saving robin's and egrets, and so many more.
Copyright © Hilda Greenhough | Year Posted 2024
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