Signs of Coming Winter
Snow is falling softly,
on the meadows of the farm.
The day is slowly fading,
as the night bird sounds the alarm.
Kiwi, Kiwi, he is calling,
to send his warning out.
The time is getting shorter,
to begin the winter route.
The robins are all gone now.
The little finches too.
There's just us duck and geese left,
to see this fall time though.
It's time for us to leave now,
for winter's on it's way,
and to much time a tarrying,
and frozen in we'll stay.
The flocks are gathered together.
Their vee shapes in the sky.
They will soon all be gone now,
and another winter will be by.
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