In Anticipation of Spring
Old Winter now is ageing fast,
Will February bring an icy blast
Before the warming vernal air
Wakes sleeping bulbs to flower fair ?
There is excitement in the trees
As birds commence their annual sing,
Their liquid notes upon the breeze,
And many more are on the wing.
My feathered friend, he has no fear,
He sits and waits upon the hedge
Or some times on the window ledge
When food’s put out he’ll come so near.
His stunning scarlet vest is worn with pride
And I am proud to have him by my side.
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