Feed the Birds

On Februarys third, when winter bites, We set our tables for feathered flights. Seeds scattered wide on frozen ground, Draw tiny visitors from all around. Cardinals flash their crimson capes, While chickadees and finches take Their turns at feeders swinging free, A backyard birds jamboree. Sunflower seeds and millet spread, Like nature's feast of daily bread. The juncos hop through drifted snow, While woodpeckers tap high and low. This simple act of kindness shows How care through bitter winter flows. For in these days of frost and chill, We keep our wild friends' bellies filled. So fill your feeders, spread the word, Today's the day to feed a bird. A handful shared with wings above Returns a thousand songs of love.