May Visitors

Several small visitors came today. Arriving one by one they gathered on the back of the worn cushions of the aging tattered lawn chair shaking off the cold drops of rain upon their feathers they sang unstoppable songs to the heavens. They scavenged and foraged for some fallen crumbs from seed remains or bread or fallen cookies most content that something could be found. Wet feathered, they prinned and cleaned their quills dry all the while scanning for predatory competition. Eventually, each one took brief protection safe and secure beneath the over hanging eaves. Then as quick and quiet as they came they slipped away into the brush or high up into the bowing trees. The rain fell fast and bold globules riding on the brisk tempest of wind and in the cold afternoon chill these welcome rested visitors flit away in the silent hours of spring.