Returning Wings
Where are the birds that I use to see?
Have they been captured and cannot flee?
Did they migrate to a warmer bog?
Or did they get lost in the fog.
A few perhaps gather here to feed
Splash in the bird bath and do what they need
Perched amongst the lilac branches
Goldfinches adding color which enhances.
The calling sounds and the fluttering wings
Such a delightful joy that it brings,
It’s not the weather I can’t blame that
Maybe a delayed start on the trip back.
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