Winter Birds Poem by Marilyn Lott

Sweet feathery little creatures
Are flitting here and there
I have to feed them daily
Did you notice they won’t share?

The ground is white and frosty
A worm they can’t pluck out
Of the yard at my home until
Warm weather comes about.

I enjoy that the vast collection
Of birds are not the same
As the ones I have in summer
It’s the weather that’s to blame.

But it’s kind fun, don’t you think?
As new species’ stop to see
What I offer for refreshments
Such happiness they bring to me!